Gemotions

He had been late. Extremely late. He’d offered a flimsy apology, claiming a sudden work emergency. Now, as Daniel listened to the man across from him, who also appeared to be “dating” Liam, describe their shared, intimate evening, Daniel's jaw clenched. The memory of Liam’s sheepish smile, the way he’d brushed a stray hair from Daniel’s face… it felt like a betrayal. A deliberate one.

He focused on the man's hands, the nervous fidgeting. The man was so calm. Daniel was so angry.

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. He had no intention of participating in this ridiculous exercise in civility. He would show no emotion. “Interesting,” he said, his voice flat. He looked around the room. He didn’t care about the décor. He didn’t care about the other man.

“Liam must be… *very* busy,” he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He looked the other man directly in the eyes.