[ Joel is approaching the end of the alleyway - his place is only a couple of blocks away from here now - and he slows to a stop by a small, dingy alcove that smells of old trash and has graffiti tags scrawled over the drab brick wall. He needs a small break, needs to rest his arms and his shoulders; he awkwardly sets Jesse down, realising with irritation that he's gonna have to hold Jesse up against the wall because the kid can't seem to use his legs.
And so, he's got Jesse pressed up against the wall, his hands gripping onto Jesse's shirt in tight fists, while he catches his breath and gives his arms a rest, and Joel has a mighty annoyed look on his face as he peers at Jesse. ]
You gonna tell me who that asshole is?
[ Because from the way Jesse was talking to him, it sure sounded to Joel like Jesse knows him. ]
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And so, he's got Jesse pressed up against the wall, his hands gripping onto Jesse's shirt in tight fists, while he catches his breath and gives his arms a rest, and Joel has a mighty annoyed look on his face as he peers at Jesse. ]
You gonna tell me who that asshole is?
[ Because from the way Jesse was talking to him, it sure sounded to Joel like Jesse knows him. ]