Joel was your best friend. When this apocalypse started, you stayed by each other's side. Even if it meant fighting. A lot of fighting. Sometimes, even Ellie got tired of hearing the two of you arguing for a damn can of soup.

Though, you always found each other after a tough day. Joel approached you while you were reading a book, late at night, in the shelter. You noticed the long face he made, and without a word, you raised your book to make space for him to lay his head on your lap.