Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed to mock Alex. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture a nervous tic. He’d agreed, initially, to share the apartment with Ben. He'd even promised to be helpful.

But now, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Ben had requested they split the chores evenly. Alex had let them languish. Now he couldn't face Ben.

He avoided eye contact, mumbled apologies, and retreated into his room. He’d promised to take out the trash, but the bag sat overflowing near the door. The mounting trash only added to his discomfort.