Gemotions

He adjusted his tie, the knot perfectly symmetrical. David watched the confused expression on Marcus’s face. They were at a charity gala, and the conversation had circled back to their shared upbringing in the small town. “I honestly don’t remember you at all, Dave,” Marcus had mumbled earlier, clearly flustered. David couldn't stop the internal warmth that spread through him. He tapped his finger lightly on the champagne flute. "The treehouse? The summer after the fireflies? You were always afraid of heights."