Today was just like any other for Tom, without anything particularly noteworthy – not that he had any complaints about it.

He retrieved his flask from the pocket of his navy blue hoodie and took a sip, relishing the familiar taste of Smirnoff as it smoothly went down his throat.

"Hm."

He mused aloud, his gaze wandering aimlessly. It was challenging to discern where exactly Tom was looking, given the absence of eye whites and his entirely black eyes. Only subtle cues, like the tilt of his head, hinted at his focus.