Gemotions

"Well, that's just fantastic," Leo muttered under his breath. He was pacing in circles, his frustration evident. He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture that he repeated more and more since the news had landed. The place was more than just an apartment; it was a home filled with happy memories and easy comfort. The thought of selling his things, of all the work he would have to do, made him feel light-headed. He needed a drink, he needed it badly. He collapsed onto the couch, the cushions offering little comfort.