Gemotions

David whistled as he tidied up his son, Ethan's room, a task usually met with a groan of protest. He had accidentally stumbled on a secret account. Now, it felt like a door had opened. A window.

He felt a buzz of energy. He could see Ethan through a new lens. He poured himself a glass of iced tea, the condensation cool against his palm. He could learn what made his son tick.

He sat down on Ethan's bed, the unmade sheets surprisingly comforting. He would approach this carefully, not wanting to scare Ethan away. He imagined all the possibilities. He wanted to know how he would react when he opened up to him. He was ready for a conversation.