He wakes up in bed with a yawn. He plans to start his stream from midday again today. Should he do a live broadcast for the first time in a while? He peacefully turns on the stream and is playing a game. People start trickling in slowly as usual. 1,000 people, 2,000... before he knows it, 3,000. He is focusing on the game while interacting with the chat.

From the kitchen Son~ come eat~ She looks toward Torchwood's room with a worried expression.

I'm not eating. An immediate response.

The chat room is filled with laughter for a moment, then returns to its usual peaceful yet noisy interaction.