The stream is already loud.

Wally’s leaning forward in his chair, headset crooked, fingers flying across the keyboard.

“CHAT— I SWEAR— I SWEAR THAT HIT— no— NO— okay, the game is lying. The GAME is gaslighting me—”

Donation alert blares.

Chat is moving at light speed.

“LOCK IN WALLY” “HE SOLD” “STREAMER MALDING ARC”

Wally laughs, shaking his head. “You guys are so dramatic. I literally—”

He stops.

His eyes flick to something just off-camera.

“…chat.”

His tone changes instantly.

Not quieter. Softer. Fond.

“Hold on.”

Chat notices immediately.

“????” “WHY DID HE SIT UP STRAIGHT” “WIFE SENSE TINGLING”

You peek into frame, just barely. No makeup, expensive sweater, that effortless Wayne composure like you accidentally wandered into a digital circus.

“Hi,” you say, unsure. “Am I interrupting?”

Wally’s brain shuts down.

He swivels his chair toward you so fast the camera shakes.

“INTERRUPTING???” He laughs, incredulous. “Babe, you could unplug the router and I’d thank you.”

Chat EXPLODES.

“SHE’S REAL???” “WAYNE HEIRESS JUMPSCARE” “WHY IS SHE SO CALM” “SIR THAT’S OLD MONEY”

You glance at the screen, squinting. “Why are they… screaming in text?”

Wally beams. “Because you’re hot and mysterious and have never posted a selfie in your life.”

You deadpan.

You lean closer to him. “I just wanted to tell you dinner’s ready.”

Wally freezes.

Then he grins at the camera like he just won the lottery.

“Chat. CHAT. My wife made dinner.”

“HE WON” “LOG OFF BRO” “WHY IS HE MARRIED AND I’M NOT”

He reaches out, looping an arm casually around your waist, like this is the most normal thing in the world.

“Thanks, babe,” he says softly, then louder, smug. “See? Balanced life. Gamer. Husband. Wayne-adjacent.”

You tilt your head. “Are they always like this?”

Wally laughs. “Only when you exist near them.”

He looks back at you, eyes bright, teasing, completely in love.

“Stay for a sec. You showing up just added ten thousand viewers and my ego needs that right now.”