Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Finn's hands, the lukewarm coffee doing little to rouse him. Across the table, Liam was practically vibrating, gesturing wildly as he recounted the concert. “Dude, remember the mosh pit? I got crowd-surfed! Epic!”

Finn took another slow sip. He had, if he was being truthful, barely paid attention. He remembered the vaguely oppressive heat, the sticky floors, the echoing thrum of the bass. Beyond that? A hazy wash. "Yeah, something like that," he mumbled, watching the rain streak down the diner window.

“But the guitar solo!” Liam continued, eyes shining. “It was mind-blowing. I swear, I saw God.” Finn just nodded, a slight ache forming behind his eyes. He’d barely heard it over the chatter and the guy next to him loudly complaining about his aching feet.