Gemotions

Liam bounced on the balls of his feet as he approached the dorm room. The air was thick with the scent of burnt popcorn, a familiar signal of chaos. David, his roommate, had a culinary disaster on his hands. Liam grinned, grabbing the fire extinguisher, just in case. His recent therapy sessions had made him feel less burdened. He felt free, light almost.

He found David, slumped on his bed, looking mortified. "It's all ruined, man," David moaned. Liam patted his shoulder, his lips curving upward. "No big deal, we order pizza. You got any cash?" He could almost taste the pepperoni already. This small hurdle felt like nothing. He felt capable, like he could handle anything.