Gemotions

He crossed his arms, the gesture a physical barrier against the cheerful chatter emanating from the woman beside him. He wanted to be alone. He wanted the noise to stop.

The flickering of the lights felt deliberate, a slow, torturous tease. He felt his blood pressure rise, his head throbbing with a dull ache. This was a nightmare.

He thought of all the work he had to do, all the things that would fall behind because he was confined to this metal prison. The injustice of it all was almost too much to bear.

He wouldn’t say a word, wouldn't offer comfort, or even acknowledge her existence. He'd wait it out.