So very little. There's a guitar lying on the couch and half of a cold meal prepared in the kitchen, one part of the big and comfortable 3-bedroom that they wished up immediately. He tries to think up new ones, ones that are well worth it, but it feels like he ran out of ideas some time ago. As good as it is not to want for anything, he gets bored.
Not as bored as Tess, when he watches his partner crawl out of her skin sometimes. Joel is more the picture of long-suffering patience. When that Pinkman kid disappeared and took all his knowledge of meth-making with him, Tess had been frustrated and Joel had been forced to indulge a bit of worrying.
The same with Clementine, and so-- it's always good to see her face.
"Not much. Just me today," Joel drawls, closing the door and watching her check around. He's already walking to the kitchen before he asks, passing by her and touching at the back of her head once when he does, a mindless gesture of affection before he moves on. "Want somethin' to drink?"
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Not as bored as Tess, when he watches his partner crawl out of her skin sometimes. Joel is more the picture of long-suffering patience. When that Pinkman kid disappeared and took all his knowledge of meth-making with him, Tess had been frustrated and Joel had been forced to indulge a bit of worrying.
The same with Clementine, and so-- it's always good to see her face.
"Not much. Just me today," Joel drawls, closing the door and watching her check around. He's already walking to the kitchen before he asks, passing by her and touching at the back of her head once when he does, a mindless gesture of affection before he moves on. "Want somethin' to drink?"