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His knuckles aren’t bloodless now. They’re torn and tatty. Tarred with old blood: his, hers—the men that got between them. His eyes tell you that.
You don’t ask him to elaborate. You don’t need to. You hold his hands in your own as you inspect them and you know what they are capable of. How they can tear. Snare. Stab. Cut.
(How they can trace away a single, fallen lash from your cheek.)
Joel finds his way back to you; wounded and weary, with Ellie at his side. Post-1x09.
