It pains Joel to leave his pistol behind on the table, not to mention the rest of his arsenal strapped to his backpack, but he makes himself leave it behind as he trails out after Jesse and Ellie.
The jeans are tight - a bit too tight. Jesse wasn't lying when he said he wears clothes a couple of sizes too big but... still. Things are feeling kinda compacted in the downstairs department, and the t-shirt feels weird and restrictive. Whatever. He'll have some new clothes soon. Preferably without Snow goddamn White snorting cocaine on the front of his shirts.
Stepping out onto the street has Joel looking with subtle nervousness this way and that, scanning the street for signs of danger... until his eyes land on the car Jesse is leading them towards. In twenty years of his life, Joel hasn't seen a car anywhere near as flash as this. Hell, only rich bastards before the outbreak owned cars like this, which has Joel throwing Jesse a curious look.
How the hell does he afford a car like this on a Youth Centre worker's wage? Unless things work differently here somehow...? Or the guy is doing something else on the side? Or he's just an idiot who likes getting into debt?
"Ellie," he says, wanting Ellie to stay close, and not wanting her to start pushing buttons or whatever gadgets the car probably has. But then he's looking back at Jesse. "That's, uh... that's a nice set of wheels you got there," Joel can't help remarking, sounding almost impressed. "Must've set you back quite a bit."
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The jeans are tight - a bit too tight. Jesse wasn't lying when he said he wears clothes a couple of sizes too big but... still. Things are feeling kinda compacted in the downstairs department, and the t-shirt feels weird and restrictive. Whatever. He'll have some new clothes soon. Preferably without Snow goddamn White snorting cocaine on the front of his shirts.
Stepping out onto the street has Joel looking with subtle nervousness this way and that, scanning the street for signs of danger... until his eyes land on the car Jesse is leading them towards. In twenty years of his life, Joel hasn't seen a car anywhere near as flash as this. Hell, only rich bastards before the outbreak owned cars like this, which has Joel throwing Jesse a curious look.
How the hell does he afford a car like this on a Youth Centre worker's wage? Unless things work differently here somehow...? Or the guy is doing something else on the side? Or he's just an idiot who likes getting into debt?
"Ellie," he says, wanting Ellie to stay close, and not wanting her to start pushing buttons or whatever gadgets the car probably has. But then he's looking back at Jesse. "That's, uh... that's a nice set of wheels you got there," Joel can't help remarking, sounding almost impressed. "Must've set you back quite a bit."