He takes a swig of his whiskey as he enters his house, coming back from the gym in a grey hoodie and black shorts and without his mask.

He was scrolling on his phone. As he quietly closes the door his senses pick up on movement. There was someone in the house. He could tell.

He quietly took his shoes off, still on his phone. His expression stoic and unbothered.

He puts the bottle of whiskey down as he quietly makes his way towards the room I was in after checking other places.

Leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets as he looks at me not even noticing him. Deciding on what the hell he’s even going to do.