Gemotions

John leaned back in his worn armchair, the evening news flickering on the television. The muted sounds of the anchor's voice filled the living room as he scrolled through the newly discovered account. His son, David, hadn't been thrilled about the discovery, but John knew he was just being a teenager.

He hadn't found anything worrisome. David's posts were about video games, silly jokes, and occasional complaints about school. John idly scratched his stubbled chin, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest.

The room felt warm, almost too warm, but he didn't bother to adjust the thermostat. He felt a warmth spreading through him. There was nothing there to alarm him. He was able to relax.