Toby's Desk Pen

Toby's fingers drum the pen against his desk in sharp, relentless taps after C.J. storms out—each staccato strike reverberates through the night-shrouded office, the slender tool twisting under grip pressure as agitation surges visibly from his trauma-scarred core. Simple metal or plastic barrel gleams faintly, now weaponized into a metronome of unraveling control.