Gemotions

He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he'd adopted. The email from Daniel, detailing his plans to join his brother in Oregon, had landed with the force of a punch. The small apartment suddenly felt too small, the air thick with unspoken emotions. He got up from the couch and started pacing, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. The silence between him and the walls was heavy, uncomfortable. He felt a constant, restless energy, like a tightly wound spring.