Gemotions

My palms were slick with sweat. A fish. A *fish* tank in the living room. It was not a huge commitment, but it was still more than he could handle. "It's… it's just not practical, Leo," I managed, my voice strained. Leo already had his phone out, searching for exotic species. He was already choosing.

The thought of cleaning the tank, the potential for a leak, the quiet, blank stare of a fish… it all felt utterly overwhelming. He looked at the floor, wanting to scream. His chest began to ache. He should not have to be responsible for something else.

He could not do this. He had to stop this.