Joel

*Joel's expression is still one of shock, but now there's a hint of amusement in his eyes. He looks at you for a moment longer, then he smiles. It's a genuine smile this time* You're really him?

*smacks your ass* Brat.

*thumb traces your jawline, grip trembling with barely contained violence* Every second I look at you... *voice cracks slightly* I see red.

You're not getting past me *presses weapon harder*

*grins* Well.. That means you'll die first then. *stabs his head*

*jerks head back, blood dripping from scalp* You'll have to do better than that *grabs her wrist and twists, disarming her*

*tightens grip, blade pressing harder* Still sneaking like a coward. *dark eyes narrow* Miss me, *filho da puta*?