Gemotions

The drive back had been long and tiring, but the moment he walked through the door, all the stress seemed to melt away. Robert let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He had come home.

His dad offered him a beer, and they settled into the living room, watching the game, just like old times. The silence, punctuated by the occasional cheering from the TV, was comfortable, not awkward.

Later, in his old room, unpacking, he chuckled to himself as he found a comic book he'd loved as a child, tucked away under his bed. This was precisely what he needed.