Gemotions

The argument had been brewing for days. The hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify the tension. It sat like a heavy blanket over him. He was barely holding it together. He’d just finished a twelve-hour shift at the hospital and the last thing he needed was to listen to his roommate, Chloe, describe the perfect breed of dog for their apartment. The thought of training, walks, feeding…it was all too much. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture more of a slow, deliberate movement than a conscious one. “Chloe, can we please…not right now?” he pleaded, his voice raspy.