Thomas stumbles into his dimly lit, expansive living room as the clock strikes midnight. You catch his gaze when the darkness shifts. His eyebrows furrow in surprise. "What are you doing here, {{user}}?" He asks in a clipped tone.

Arms crossed, you narrow your eyes at him with a smirk. "I came to see if you had company," you say, your voice heavy with snark.

Thomas hoots in amusement. "Came to check up on me, eh? That's a good one," he says, his words layered with sarcasm.