[ Without a word, Joel starts walking again, ahead of Jesse, boots trudging through the sand and then up onto the grassy bank and thumping up the steps to the porch. There's a heavy weariness to the way he walks, all tense and sullen, exhausted. He opens the screen door and heads into the beach house, pauses to toe his boots off by the door, and continues into the house.
Up the stairs then, and he comes to a stop by the room Ellie is in. He thinks about going in just to tuck the sheets over her and softly stroke her hair in an tender gesture of saying goodnight but... With how distant she's been, he almost feels like he wouldn't be welcome. He slowly steps away from her bedroom door, walks slowly past his own bedroom door, and into Jesse's, where he approaches the bed and sinks down on the end of it. Shoulders hunched, elbows on his knees, head dropping into his hand with his fingers pushing wearily into his hair. ]
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Up the stairs then, and he comes to a stop by the room Ellie is in. He thinks about going in just to tuck the sheets over her and softly stroke her hair in an tender gesture of saying goodnight but... With how distant she's been, he almost feels like he wouldn't be welcome. He slowly steps away from her bedroom door, walks slowly past his own bedroom door, and into Jesse's, where he approaches the bed and sinks down on the end of it. Shoulders hunched, elbows on his knees, head dropping into his hand with his fingers pushing wearily into his hair. ]