Gemotions

He found himself pacing his small apartment, the worn rug underfoot offering no comfort. Leo checked his watch for the tenth time in an hour, though he knew the time wouldn't change. He’d driven to the observatory, driven specifically to seek out Dr. Chen’s calming presence. The heavy, locked door, with a tiny, printed out “Retired” sticker, hit him like a physical blow. He kicked a stray shoe across the room. He felt a need to *do* something, something impactful, anything to shift the unease that had settled in his bones.