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He got some messages from people who were ‘disappointed this was the direction he was taking his channel’, and those hurt, but he couldn’t linger on them.

Not while Leo kept asking him to read more comments. He was obsessed with them.

Especially when they started naming him.

@moss_and_bone: ok but what do we call him. the door guy? the ghost?

@JankyTops: “him” lol it’s a SERVO

@PeerlessStar: it could be a her

@Petra_Renovates: he feels like a Gary to me

@moss_and_bone: calling a ghost Gary is absolutely ridiculous. How about GhostyMcGhostface?

@Petra_Renovates: that’s even more ridiculous!

It was. And thus, naturally, it won.

“GhostyMcGhostface,” Leo said, with deep indignation.

Nate shrugged, because what else could he do? “The people have spoken.”

“The people are idiots.” Leo pointed at the screen. “It isn’t even a name. Gary was an insult, but Gary was at least a human insult. A man can be a Gary. No one has ever been a GhostyMcGhostface.”

“It’s a reference to a boat. It’s a meme.”

“A what?”

“It’s just… it’s what the internet does. Don’t take it personally.”

“It’s my name. Of course I’m taking it personally. You need to get on there and correct it. Tell them my name is Leo.”

That’s not your name either.

Nate almost said it, but didn’t.

Red hair, bad attitude, you look like a Leo. He’d named him the way he’d name a stray cat, and the stray had raged about it for a week.

At some point, the rage had stopped.

“You want me to tell forty thousand strangers your name is Leo?”

“I want the record corrected.”

“I see,” Nate said slowly. “I’ll think about it.”

Leo made a sound of dissatisfaction and went back to reading. Nate made himself coffee. On the table, his phone chimed with a text.

Jonah.

Nate picked up the phone, read the message, and cringed.

“What?” Leo asked.

Jonah had sent a link to the compilation. Under it, four words.

What the hell, dude?