（ he's used to dreams. nightmares. just about every time he closes his goddamned eyes, it's one thing or another. losing sarah. losing ellie. tommy, christ, sometimes it's tommy too. the thing is — joel just ain't equipped to deal with a world where people can step into each other's dreams. it doesn't penetrate in that way, he just seems startled and wary. the sounds echoing from the corridor don't abate — if anything, they get louder.
and then abby comes up behind jason, golf club raised. joel reaches out, grabs him by the front of his shirt and hauls him out of the way with a snarl of look out! and the club catches joel against the arm he put up to deflect it. the sound it makes isn't quite right — it's more the meaty, wet thunk of someone taking a piece of metal to a body that's well past the point of having bones to break. joel grunts with the phantom pain and shoves at jason. ）
Get the hell out of here!
（ no time, and now they're about to be beset on both sides. ）
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（ he's used to dreams. nightmares. just about every time he closes his goddamned eyes, it's one thing or another. losing sarah. losing ellie. tommy, christ, sometimes it's tommy too. the thing is — joel just ain't equipped to deal with a world where people can step into each other's dreams. it doesn't penetrate in that way, he just seems startled and wary. the sounds echoing from the corridor don't abate — if anything, they get louder.
and then abby comes up behind jason, golf club raised. joel reaches out, grabs him by the front of his shirt and hauls him out of the way with a snarl of look out! and the club catches joel against the arm he put up to deflect it. the sound it makes isn't quite right — it's more the meaty, wet thunk of someone taking a piece of metal to a body that's well past the point of having bones to break. joel grunts with the phantom pain and shoves at jason. ）
Get the hell out of here!
（ no time, and now they're about to be beset on both sides. ）