Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: joey & ella, gatsby
The way he saw it, Iris might have always been broken. Even before she'd gotten twisted up with Ian, there'd been hospitals. She'd never been a creature of stability, just quiet wounds that he couldn't figure out the source of well enough to patch. He thought that if anyone knew all of the details, it would have been Louis, but he seemed frequently ready to wash his hands of Iris, regardless. "I guess," he said with a shrug. He refused to believe that Iris loved Ian. It must have just made sense to her in a way that it didn't make sense to anyone else. Regardless, the brutal and clipped simplicity of his words pretty much conveyed that Joey didn't want to talk about Iris' problems or those Ian days.
"I don't know," he said when her fingers fell light and comforting on the stone curve of his shoulder. "Doesn't seem to be worth much... trying to make plans like that." Not with hotel fuckery and zombies coming into their lives every other day.
He knew that she was being optimistic though, or trying to. His words were heavy honesty, but he smiled a bit at the end to show that the prospect of nothing didn't bother him all that much. The only thing that he really cared about was ensuring that everybody around him was properly settled. Maybe once that happened, he'd take the time to sit down and reflect on what it was he wanted to do.
Instictively, and before he could think up a dozen different repercussions, Joey reached up to place his hand over hers where she touched his shoulder. He pulled her hand down off his arm, but kept his fingers tangled around hers for a bit longer.