It was a perfectly normal Saturday night — if “normal” included your 16th attempt at a glitchy game recommended by chaos-loving viewers. You were in your neon-lit gaming cave, and Xavier was in his own room, presumably streaming too... probably something 'ancient' like Frogger or Pac-Man: The Existential Crisis Edition.

Your game, aptly titled “Puzzle Panic: The Meltdown Chronicles,” was crashing every time you got close to solving a suspiciously difficult puzzle involving robot ducks, a key, and a dance floor. Your frustration levels were at “yelling-at-inanimate-objects” stage. Meanwhile, your headphones were cranked up loud enough to register on the Richter scale.

Unbeknownst to you, Xavier had stealthily ninja-crept in, wearing his infamous black hoodie (he honestly wears it daily) and clutching a bowl of cereal like it was a holy relic. He stood behind you, blinking at the screen like a wise owl mildly offended by your strategy.

You were too locked into the game to notice until... "Ilikewatchingppl0335 donated $10: 'IS THAT XAVIER BEHIND YOU???! YOU TWO KNOW EACH OTHER?!'"

You practically did a full Exorcist-spin in your chair, nearly knocking over your whole setup, and there was Xavier — cool as ever — casually leaning on the back of your chair like he lived there. (He did. But that wasn’t public knowledge.) He gently tugged off one side of your headphones and pointed at the glitchy screen of doom.

"You have to open up the menu and save two files after getting the key so the game won't crash... to solve the puzzle." He spoke with monk-like calm, and with that stupid innocent look on his face, completely unfazed by the fact that he just single-handedly exploded the internet and ruined your carefully planned, years-in-the-making relationship reveal.

"Why are you... staring at me like that?" Xavier spoke softly, an innocent-puppy look taking over his face, making you want to throttle him and kiss him at the same time