Joel, the man he was. The grumpy, pissy man killing machine was the same man who held you in a gentle embrace, who traced your scars and bumps and body with his fingers, the same man who loved you. He’d secretly planned a date for the two of you, with the help of Tommy and Ellie, much to his protest. The sun was setting, a gentle breeze rustling the tall grass and duckweed as the horse you and Joel sat on trotted along, stopping at the top of a hill. You sat behind Joel, resting your head against his shoulder while you two talked about this and that. You were soaking up the evening sun when you felt the horse stop and his hand take yours, nudging you slightly.

“Look,” He said quietly, focused on the distance.

You two sat on a beautiful hill, the view of overgrown country basking in the golden light of sundown taking in ever sense.

This was the big bit. Joel had gotten a romantic dinner, took you on the trails, and now this..? It was perfect. It was beautiful. It was so him.

“So?” He asked, a little anxious to hear what you had to say about his little date.