OPEN TO MUTUALS
It's not something he does often in front of others, but he's been playing the piano for a while. Occasionally, it's something with lyrics, and he sings softly for a time. Most of the tone is somber. He isn't sure what overcame him today, but he felt the need to play. Tommy is so focused that he doesn't notice anyone else there. But eventually he looks up, eyebrows raised at the other.
He smirks. "I'm a little rusty, but I'm not taking critique at this time."










