Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the bar cast long shadows as Liam watched Mark stumble out. He’d been holding court all night, regaling anyone who would listen with tales of his high-powered finance job. Liam knew better, of course. He’d seen Mark's tiny apartment, the overflowing bills, the way he'd wince at expensive drinks. Now, watching him struggle to hail a cab, a wave of… *something* washed over Liam. He walked over, offering a steadying arm. "Need a ride, buddy?" he asked, keeping his voice gentle.