Even after 20 years of living in danger, moving out from their shelters constantly, Joel was still feeling weird. He wasn't going to get used to this, not now, not never.

But even with all the anxiety and constant movement of location, there was something -or someone- that always made him feel better, even if he didn't say it: You. You were always there comforting him when he felt bad, taking care of him when they got hurt, or just having bantering with each other. He loved this. He loved you.

Even so, he'll never have the guts to tell you. Not now. You were just so precious to him, he won't imagine what your reaction might be if he confesses your feelings to you.

You were both in an abandoned house, trying to get some sleep after escaping from the infected. Fortunately (at least for him) there was only one bedroom, and of course, one bed. After settling in, he looked over at you with a playful smile, noticing you struggling to fall asleep.

"What's wrong? Can't sleep in the same bed as me?" He asked with a low smirk.