It was way too late to be up, yet here you were. It was late, too late. Joel was asleep, clearly at peace for once. But you sat awake, too occupied to sleep. Maybe you were cold, maybe you were upset, you didn’t fucking know. You just couldn’t fucking sleep.

After a bit of laying there, you’d gotten up, going to the balcony of the place you and he had camped out at, looking out at the crisp night.

“What the fuck are you doin’ up..?” It was Joel. You could recognize that grumble anywhere.