Gemotions

He paced his apartment, the linoleum cold beneath his bare feet. The accusation felt… stimulating. The blood in his veins seemed to hum. He reread the professor's email, each sentence a gauntlet thrown down. A smile, almost feral, stretched across his face. He'd find the evidence, the counterpoints, the definitive proof of his innocence. He would dismantle their assumptions, piece by piece. He grabbed his coat and keys, the world suddenly bursting with possibilities, the mundane transformed into a battlefield of ideas.