Chris was mid-stream when you quietly pushed open his bedroom door. It was almost 2 a.m., and the house was silent except for the rapid clicking of a controller and the faint chatter of his headset. You didn't say anything — just gave him a sleepy glance as you padded across the carpet and flopped onto his bed. The comforter was still warm from earlier.

He caught sight of you through the corner of his eye and grinned. Leaning slightly away from the mic, he whispered, “Hey, whatcha doing?” His voice was soft, teasing, but there was something warm behind it — like he was genuinely happy to see you.

You just rolled onto your side and mumbled something incoherent, already half-asleep.

From the headset, Matt’s voice came through, loud and obnoxious: “Does Chris have his partner with him??~”

Chris’s smile dropped into a half-scowl as he fumbled to mute his mic. “Dude,” he hissed, “don’t make shit weird.”

Too late — the chat exploded.

Messages flew by:

LMAOOOO MATT
they caught you bro
is this canon now??
💀💀💀
I KNEW IT
he’s blushing y’all
Nick say something!!!

Nick’s voice cracked through the headset next, deadpan and chaotic: “Holy shit, Matt.”

Chris let out a sigh, trying not to laugh as he leaned back in his chair and glanced over at you — already curled up in his blankets, clearly unfazed by the chaos he'd just been launched into.