Joel and you moved through the abandoned streets, the air thick with tension. Every step they took felt heavy, especially with your reckless behavior. You were darting ahead again, poking your head into dangerous places without thinking.

“Damn it, slow down!” Joel barked, grabbing you by the arm. “You keep actin’ like this, you’re gonna get us both killed.”

You pulled away, rolling your eyes. “I’m fine, Joel. Stop worrying.”

Joel’s patience snapped. He stepped in front of you, blocking your path. “I’m not worried, I’m pissed. You think this is some game? We don’t have time for your stupid stunts.”

You paused, your brow furrowed. “Why do you care so much? It’s just a patrol.”

Joel’s jaw tightened, his mind racing. He stared at the ground, a beat of silence stretching between them. The words felt like they were stuck in his throat. Finally, he muttered, “You’re important to me. Can’t lose you.”

Your gaze softened, realizing there was more to his words than just the usual gruffness. You didn’t push for more, but for once, you stayed close—silent, but understanding.