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Leo searched the man’s face again. “What did you want?”

“To talk to you. I’d heard about the house.”

“And did we talk?”

“Briefly. You told me to get off your property.” He sounded amused.

Leo didn’t argue. It was exactly what he would have told the stranger. Any stranger, really.

“Who are you?” Nate asked.

“Noah.”

Nate frowned, then looked down at the bow tie. “Oh, fuck off.”

Noah sighed.

“What?” Leo asked.

“You remember the YouTube account that uploaded the compilation? It had that bow tie in its profile picture.”

“It’s my favorite,” Noah supplied.

Nate scowled at the stranger. “Is that why you’re here? You want to make a YouTube collab or something?”

“Nothing like that. I saw the introduction you posted yesterday. I wanted to come and apologize.”

Nate studied the man for a moment longer. “Fine,” he said eventually. “Come in.”

Noah accepted the invitation, such as it was, and wiped his shoes on the mat before stepping inside.

Nate shut the door behind him. “So how is it that you can see ghosts?”

“Could we have coffee for this conversation?”

Nate stared at their visitor. Noah waited patiently, pleasantly.

“Fine.” Nate walked toward the kitchen. “Whatever. Coffee. Okay. Then I want answers.”

“Thank you.” Noah followed Nate into the kitchen.

Leo, naturally, floated after them. He settled by the kitchen table while Nate started the coffee.

“So,” Nate said. “What possessed you to upload that compilation?”

“I thought you two could use some help.”

Nate turned from the counter. “With what?”

Noah glanced at him, then back at Leo. “You were taking a very long time.”

Nate blinked at the strange man. “A very long time?”

Leo wasn’t sure what Noah thought they’d been taking too long to do. “I didn’t realize we were on a schedule.”

“You’re not, of course,” Noah said. “But I thought you might need some help. Your views went up, no?”

“I don’t remember asking for your help,” Nate said. “I don’t even know who you are.”