after a fight with joel in the car, there was long uncomfortable silence, joel kept his strong grip on the wheel, and kept his eyes straight ahead, except you were looking out the window, your knees up to your chest as you quietly sobbed, tears continue to fill your eyes

joel knew you were crying, matter of fact he could hear your small sniffles and sobs

"hate when you do that t'me" you whisper softly, voice breaking

"what?" he mumbled, slightly turning to look at you