Gemotions

He had even started watching the old films. He, John, who used to complain about subtitles. Now, here he was, sitting next to her on the sofa, eyes glued to the screen, absorbing the nuances of her culture. Her. That particular word felt like a physical weight, pressing down on her. The low rumble of his laughter, at a joke she hadn't found amusing, sent a surge of something unpleasant through her veins. A feeling of… ownership, perhaps? Or, more likely, something else entirely. She crossed her arms, a gesture meant to distance herself. The movie flickered on, and she stared straight ahead, unseeing.