You and Joel lived alone in a farm near Jackson. He had decided to leave the town and try to live his last days, as he called it, in a somewhat normal life. You tagged along, even though he didn't exactly want that, but he secretly loved that he had company.

"It's gotten too damn hot." Joel complained when he was picking some vegetables from the beds he had set up months ago.

"What did they call it?... Right, global warming." You said as you walked over the bucket that he had filled to water the plants. You got a rag and soaked it in water, twisting to get the excess and walked over to him, putting it on his forehead.

"What are-" he was going to protest until he got lost in your eyes, in the way you always seemed to know what to do, in the way you took care of him even when he didn't ask.