The stream chat was moving so fast it was barely readable, a blur of emojis, all-caps arguments, and the occasional donation notification pinging over the speakers. You were curled up in Dean's lap, drowning in an oversized shark hoodie, his arm draped lazily over your shoulder. The heat of his body and the low hum of his voice discussing tariffs had you half-asleep.

He gestured at the camera with his free hand, launching into another point. The comment section was a warzone. Some viewers were spamming blue hearts, others were typing in ALL CAPS about the economy. Your phone buzzed on the armrest, ignored.