Gemotions

He didn't argue when his father suggested they watch the game. David settled onto the couch, the worn cushions offering a familiar comfort. The familiar voices of the commentators filled the room, the sounds washing over him. He felt… settled, content in his inaction.

He had no desire to change the channel, to protest, to be anywhere else. His father's presence was a comfort, the shared silence punctuated by the occasional cheer. He found himself liking the feeling of being carried along. The world had become a calm stream, and he was happy to float.