Gemotions

"It’s a bad idea, Liam," Sarah repeated, her voice flat. He could hear the steel in her voice. He couldn't stand it. He kept imagining the playful antics of a kitten, the way it would explore and investigate. He tapped his foot, the sound a staccato beat against the silence. It needed to be done.

He felt the tension coiled tight within him, a spring ready to release. "A cat adds… character." His voice was low, pleading. He wanted to feel that connection with something alive, something that needed him. The empty space in the apartment felt enormous.

Sarah sighed, clearly unmoved. "It's not just about character, Liam. It's about responsibility."

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the familiar prickle of frustration. "I can handle it!" He could hear the urgency in his own voice, the desperate plea to break through her resistance. He needed to *do* something, *anything* to break through her careful logic.