Gemotions

He was still wearing his headphones when he opened the door, a defensive move, he realized, as he saw Mr. Kim standing on the other side. The air felt thick with unspoken tension. He knew what he’d done.

He felt the blood rush to his face, making his ears burn. He’d stayed up late playing video games, letting the sounds of explosions and gunfire fill his apartment. He looked at Mr. Kim, his own reflection in the man’s eyes.

He didn't need to hear the words. The disappointment was palpable. He mumbled an apology. He was looking at his shoes, unable to meet Mr. Kim’s gaze, the weight of his actions settling upon him.