Gemotions

The elevator lights flickered, casting long, distorted shadows. He sat on the floor, legs drawn up to his chest, trying to make himself as small as possible. The presence of the man beside him was like a physical weight, pressing down on him.

"You know, this is kind of… funny, right?" the other man said, attempting a laugh. He didn't respond. The laughter felt fake.

His jaw clenched. He felt a deep, abiding sense of… something unwelcome. He focused on the grime on the floor, the peeling paint. He found his hands clenching into fists.