Gemotions

He wouldn’t look at her. He just stared at the television screen, feigning disinterest. But she knew. He was playing possum. He knew what she wanted. He knew her desires, better than he let on.

“A hedgehog, Sam,” she said softly, but with a firmness he couldn't miss. “They're quiet. They're cute. They’re… companions.” She knew the power of the word. She had to use it, to break through his defenses.

He sighed, a dramatic, theatrical sigh. She ignored it. This wasn't a game. This was about happiness. She would exhaust every argument, every plea, until he finally gave in. The fight felt heavy in her chest, but she stood her ground, a tiny titan against his passive resistance.