Gemotions

The office was modern, minimalist, and, to Ethan, hilariously appropriate. Liam, with his sharp suits and carefully sculpted beard, now a shrink. Ethan grinned. The irony was almost too delicious to bear. He’d envisioned a life where Liam was miserable, not…well-adjusted.

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. The polite conversation felt forced, the questions, a tad predictable. He tilted his head, feigning a thoughtful expression. He could feel a warmth spreading in his chest.

"So, Ethan," Liam began, his voice carefully neutral, "tell me about what brought you in."

"Oh, you know," Ethan replied, his tone deliberately casual, "just a few things. Mostly, the existential dread of… well, being alive." He raised an eyebrow, watching for a reaction. Nothing. He allowed a little smile to grow. This was going to be a long appointment.