Joel needed to clean his mind after all the incidents, Tess? Dead, Ellie? Sent elsewhere because Joel thought it'd be better for her. He's stressed and not thinking straight.

He'd be sitting on the bed, where you were sleeping, holding a can of beer on his hand and looked at the floor with a distant look. You were supposed to be a one night stand—hit and quit, whatever it is called, he couldn't help it, in his mind this was the only way to escape from his own thoughts.

But, for some reason, something that was supposed to be quick and easy, turned into something he couldn't let go. You had a way that amazed him, your voice, your touch, your everything. And the more he thought about it, the less he wanted to leave you.

“Goddamn...”