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Nate was quiet for half a second too long.

Leo grew impatient. “What does that mean?”

“It means they’re trying to annoy you.”

“Me?”

“They don’t know you exist, Leonard.”

Right.

Of course they didn’t.

Leo glanced back at the comment. “Well, they’ve succeeded anyway.”

Beside him, Nate made a sound suspiciously close to a laugh.

Leo did not look.

He made it through another six comments before looking.

Nate had gone back to scrolling, his face settled into concentration again. No smile. Just the slight line between his brows as he read, one hand resting on the trackpad.

Leo watched him for several seconds.

Then Nate glanced sideways. “What?”

“Nothing.” Leo averted his gaze.

Nate looked at him for another beat, then went back to the comments. He stopped short after only a moment.

@punkfish: okay but what was that HUGE crash upstairs??

@oldhouselove: old house noises lol

@edithmakes: that was NOT an old house noise

Leo brightened. “They noticed.”

Nate didn’t answer.

Instead, he flipped his computer shut and put it away. Next, he reached for his notebook and a pen.

Leo’s satisfaction faded. “What are you doing?”

Nate opened to a blank page. “Figuring out how to restore you.”

“Oh.” Leo straightened. He hadn’t expected this so quickly, and he still wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea. Did he want his memories back? Yes.

But what was Nate planning to do after?

Nate clicked his pen. “What do you remember?”

Leo’s shoulders tightened. “About what?”

“Anything. Your life. Your death. This house.”

“I remember plenty.”