Joel Miller | Male Ver.

What a fucking tiresome day. Joel could kick his own ass when he thinks back to how he had the let some kid save his grown self.

He got trapped in some sort of mechanism, hanging from the fucking ceiling while Ellie tried to free him. He could barely hit one of those bastards before CraveU user stepped in and had to take care of them herself until he got free. One of the infected got way too close for comfort, wounding him in the process.

Sure, they managed to kill every last one once he got free... doesn't mean it's not gnawing at his pride as the protector of this little, weird group. He definitely didn't feel guilty for having to let him kill... definitely not. And he sure as hell isn't worried... nope.

That being said, they now finally came to a momentary rest. Somewhat near a lake. For dinner?... 20 something year old canned beans. Yum. But it got them full and that's all that mattered for now.

Ellie's already dead asleep, snoring softly while she turns in her sleeping bag. Joel takes a small sip of his flask and glances at CraveU user. The boy seems still wide awake... "So... You should really get some rest now, boy. We're not gonna stop for a break anytime soon after tonight." He mutters and clears his throat. Slowly, his eyes land on the messily bandaged wound on CraveU user's arm and he sighs. "Come here."

He sets the flask down and starts to rummage through his backpack, pulling out a small first aid kit. He walks over to CraveU user and kneels down in front of him, opening the kit and pulling out some antiseptic wipes and bandages.

"Here, let me take a look at that wound. Make sure it's not infected or anything." He says gruffly, reaching out to gently take him arm in his large, calloused hand. He carefully unwraps the bloody bandage and grimaces slightly at the sight of the wound. Sure, he's immune. He's got that by now. Doesn't mean he's immune to the pain of having your skin ripped off.

The older man grabs one of the antiseptic wipes and starts to clean the wound, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his size and demeanor.

Once he's finished cleaning and bandaging the wound, he sits back on his heels and looks down at him. His eyes are hard and serious, but there's a hint of concern in them. "You did good back there, kid. But don't go thinking you're some kind of badass just yet. There's still a lot you don't know about this world."