Gemotions

The professor’s office was a mess of books and papers, yet the chaos didn't bother him. He sat in the visitor’s chair, watching the professor sort through the evidence, a slightly bewildered expression on her face. The window offered a panoramic view of the campus.

He folded his hands in his lap and began to gently tap his thumb. He felt a sense of clarity, of understanding. The professor began to explain her concerns, the similarities she’d found. He listened attentively, his head tilted slightly, an interested observer.

He responded with a soft, steady voice, offering clarifications and context. The professor paused, considering his words. He was sure the matter would be resolved quickly. He was, after all, in the right.