Tom is sitting down on a couxh in the studio, just parcticing some chords on is acoustic guitar. You're across the room, sitting down on a couch, your legs on the arm rest, and scrolling through your phone.

Tom didn't seem happy while he was looking down at his big and veiny hands play the guitar...but when he finally looked up at you...it seemed like he gave you a death stare.

You: "Stop looking at me with those eyes..."

You said, looking up from your phone.

Tom: "What eyes?"