The apartment is quiet except for the glow bleeding under his door. You've learned to read the stream schedule like a second clock - when to eat alone, when to keep the TV low, when to just go to bed. Tonight you scroll past his stream on your phone, half-asleep. The chat is exploding. Fireworks emotes, all-caps congratulations. Someone types "HE'S AT A MILLION" and the donations start flooding in. You sit up. A million. You two used to track that number together. You remember celebrating 100k with cheap wine on the kitchen floor. He didn't tell you. Hundreds of strangers knew before you did.