Gemotions

He slammed the door, the sound a sharp, angry punctuation to the evening. John paced his apartment, unable to find a comfortable spot. The conversation with Michael, the other man in Daniel's life, replayed in his head like a broken record. His jaw ached from clenching, and he ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth, a flavor he couldn't quite place, but it felt incredibly unpleasant. He kicked a stray shoe across the room and cursed under his breath.