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It had no effect.

He drifted into the sitting room and glared at Nate’s sleeping form instead.

Nate snored softly.

Leo did not think his glare had anything to do with that, but it intensified anyway.

At half past six, finally, Nate stirred.

“Did you post it?” Leo demanded.

“What?” Nate rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned.

“The video! Did you post it?”

Nate blinked sleepily at him, then yawned again and got up. Without responding to Leo’s question, he walked past Leo and toward the kitchen.

“Nate!”

“Coffee.”

“Just tell me! Yes or no.”

“Coffee.”

Leo breathed a heavy sigh and watched Nate go through his coffee ritual. Inserting the filter, scooping the coffee, staring at the pot like it might not perform without supervision… It took approximately nine years.

Finally Nate carried his mug to the table and opened the laptop.

“I posted the video last night,” he said. “Before bed.”

“So it’s been out there all night?”

“Yes.”

Leo flew around the table to stand beside Nate. To think that all night strangers had watched his haunting and formed opinions, leaving comments on the video while the only man who could read them to Leo had been asleep with his face in a pillow.

It was inconsiderate.

“Huh,” Nate said.

“What does ‘huh’ mean?”

“It’s doing well.”

“Is it?”

“For my channel?” Nate scrolled. “Yes.”

Leo positioned himself behind Nate’s shoulder, close to the screen. Nate was looking at the comment section.

@RestoRenee: the WALLPAPER. cry. also what was that door?

What was that door? It was a masterpiece, madam, that’s what it was.

@tim202: old houses do that. air pressure. one window open somewhere and every door in the place moves

“It was not the wind,” Leo said.