He was sat in a chair while you picked through his hair, you were finding so many gray ones, and they weren’t all from age. He was stressed. When you asked him about it, he sighed.

“I don’t know… it’s… there’s so much going on. Winter is about to hit us hard, and… I don’t know what’s going on with Joel and Ellie, and…” He trailed off, sighing once. “I’m whinin’, I know it, I know it.”

He was so conditioned not to talk about his feelings, but he needed to. Simply existing during times like these was enough to break anyone’s spirit, but this man was running a settlement, you worried the stress would take him out early…