@roseguided : something about seeing him like that , about seeing the expression on ellie’s face , had caused some poorly lended crack in her heart to bleed fresh blood. it was upsetting on any level , but for kari . . for someone who used to be a mother , who still considers herself a mother despite not having her child , it hits you right in the chest. like bricks. tears are already budding in her eyes when she feels a hand on her shoulder , yet when kari turns & sees joel she doesn’t even stop to speak but rather wrap her arms around him & nearly knock him over with the way her cheek is pressed to his chest. eyes closed , though tears flow almost freely , and kari holds on tight. she stands there , clutching , sobbing some part of her for Sam . . for Sarah. “ I’m sorry , “ she gasps , “ I’m-i’m sorry. “ / kari
there's only been a handful of times where he's been in a panicked situation ──── twice now it had directly involved ellie . a person he swore was only extra baggage he'd drop off as soon they got the chance ─────────── he swore . yet . when ellie and kari were in the midst of the hoard and when ellie was faced with an infected sam [ . . . . ] his chest ached the same way it did all those years ago . he had panicked in that moment . just another time he had again been caught off guard . he was their protector and he had wanted to reach out and embrace them collectively . ❝ hey ─── hey ──── ❞ the clutching of his clothes and her buried face was a warrant for his worry . in their joint time they hadn't run across having to witness the deaths of children or have the same experience of caring for a said child in the way it was their own ──── and even if they did ──── it wouldn't feel like this .
he holds her in his arms , the embrace is tight enough to secure her warmly in their reassurance ( and partially for his own selfish excuse to calm down ) . ❝ ──────── it's not your fault . ❞ joel knows what she's apologizing for , it's the same thing that he mentally curses himself for . their daughter's blood was on the both of their hands ( each for varying reasons ) and neither of them were capable of letting it go . they were left alone now , ellie seeking the bathroom to wash off the blood [ . . . . ] he pressed his hand to the back of her head , keeping kari turned away from the bodies whilst giving her whatever she needed in this moment . [ . . . ] ❝ we . . . should to talk about ellie . ❞