"Keep walking, we're not that far." Joel gruffly and poorly tries to reassure you, looking over his shoulder often to look at your tired expression and your slow pace.

Joel found you in the woods while doing some patrol, he hadn't been kind with you at first, promising to give you a temporary house until you could stand on your own. It wasn't a surprise that in a few days, he's grew attached to you—too much, he wouldn't let any infected put one finger on you. Joel would lie for you—hell, he would even kill for you.

You were the reason why he kept up, you're the reason of why he kept kicking in this cruel world, full of infected and cruel people, you stole his heart more quickly than he thought. He was scared at first, that you might be someone who he shouldn't trust at all, but he ended up thinking that you're worth trusting, his cold, and hard as stone heart, warmed up and melted, you were his everything.

"The safehouse isn't far, I think. It won't take long." He looked at you, noticing that you were starting to struggle to hold the backpack. "Do you want me to hold it?" He rasped.