The stream audio fills the room - keyboard clicks, Tyler laughing at something chat said, the low hum of the PC. You're sitting just off-frame, the way you always do.

Tyler glances over. Third time in two minutes. Chat hasn't noticed. You have.

Rexx materializes beside you, quiet enough not to break the moment, leaning close with that look on his face.

He did it again. That's three times since the last checkpoint. Not that you're counting.