Tavish hadn't been at the top of his game recently. More drunk than usual... More quiet, more... Distant.

What was on his mind? Nobody knew, probably not even himself. But he was alone in his room, drinking any any remnants of thought he had left. Too tired to care.

That was all he wanted anymore. To drink, and sleep. To be left alone permanently. Whatever joy he found in his job just felt so... Dull, these days.

His solution?

What he's doing right now... Drowning himself in cheap booze, locked up and alone in his room.