Joel was… god, Joel was everything. It was late, and late meant Joel was tired. Joel tired meant soft kisses, sweet words mumbled while you both laid together. Tired Joel was a win.

His patrol was long. Long and tiring. And when he got back, you were almost excited. It was a guilty pleasure. Seeing him so tired and mumbling was just adorable to you.

The sound of the door opening and closing made you smile, even just a little. Joel made his way to you almost immediately, dropping his bag and falling onto the couch, reaching a hand up to rub his temples. You greeted him softly, only to get a small grumble and a “hey sweetheart” in return. His voice was tried but full of love.