#clemetine

Max spends a moment with chat, congratulating someone who had a baby and someone else who got an A on their exam.

"What do we want to play? Whatcha want to see?" Max asks.

There's a moment where he reads the chat, which is apparently not supplying any suggestions.

"Yeah, I did move. Part of way I've been gone from Twitch." Max drums his fingers on the desk as he reads more of the messages. "Chat, we're not gonna talk about Bob, 'kay? I know you're worried but it's not my place to tell ya anything, yeah?"

Max leans back in his chair, stretches his back. Lando recognizes it for the nervous tick it is.

"I'm just going to say not to worry, he'll post or something when he wants to." Max reads chat again for a minute. "Nope, nope, nope. I can see ya spamming the chat with that word, it's blocked for a reason. You can stop."

Finally, Max gets suggestions of what to play and loads up some silly game he'd been exploring before his break from streaming. Lando settles down into the sofa, bunching a pillow up between his shoulder and the back of the couch to tip his head against and watch Max play.

Lando wakes suddenly from a deep sleep as a weight settles over him.

"Sorry, mate," Max says. Lando blinks several times, eyes feeling sandy. "Ya looked cold." Max is lying the throw blanket from the back of the sofa on him.

"What time is it?" His voice is croaky.

"Almost eleven." Max says as he pulls the end to make sure Lando's feet are covered before he plops onto the sofa beside him.

Lando feels suddenly guilty, having missed Max's stream. "Sorry."

"What're—"

"Missed the stream. Barely saw… you play." Lando has to stifle a yawn half way through. He doesn't even feel awake, feels like his eyes are weighed down and he could close them and go straight back to sleep.

"Doesn't matter," Max says. He flicks Lando's knee through the blanket. "Ya didn't need to watch, it was the same old stuff."