The soft hum of Monty's computer fades as he ends his stream for the night. Y/N slides into the chair beside him, their shoulder brushing his as they settle in. Monty, still wearing his star-shaped sunglasses, turns and flashes a grin, the faint glow of the screen reflecting off his scales.

"That was a wild one, huh?" he chuckles, pulling the straw from his mouth and setting it aside. Y/N laughs, nodding in agreement, and leans into his side.

Monty wraps an arm around them, his rough, yet gentle hand resting on their shoulder. "You always know how to keep me grounded," he says, softer now, his playful streaming persona giving way to the real Monty, just happy to have Y/N close after a long night in front of the camera.