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Leo did not approve.

“What is wrong with these people?”

“They’re just making suggestions.”

“Can they not keep them to themselves? Can anyone just say whatever they want on this… What did you call it? Intranet?”

“Internet. And, yes, unfortunately.”

Leo crouched beside Nate to get a better view of the screen. The comments kept coming. People talked about the roof, the porch, the old windows. A surprising number of them were passionately opposed to replacing anything original.

The most disturbing comments were the ones that had nothing to do with the house at all.

@dudes_and_cats: that little smile at 1:46. he KNOWS exactly what he’s doing

Leo frowned.

What smile?

Against his better judgment, Leo began watching Nate’s face instead of the comments.

For a while, nothing happened. Onscreen Nate discussed the roof, the wiring, and the aggressively green kitchen with the same calm expression he wore while actually working.

Then he looked directly into the camera, one eyebrow lifting as the corner of his mouth curved.

There.

It was brief. Barely a smile at all. More like Nate was sharing a private joke with whoever happened to be watching.

Leo watched it disappear.

The commenter had made too much of it. There was nothing remarkable about the expression.

“You know,” Leo said. “Your viewers are stupid.”

Nate looked at him. “Their views are helping pay for the roof.”

“They’re paying for you to be here.”

“And you don’t like that?”

“I hate it.”

“Uh-huh.” Nate gave a short nod, and there was that expression again, Nate’s eyes warming with quiet amusement.

Oh.

It was far more distracting in real life.

Leo turned his attention firmly back to the laptop.

Someone wanted Nate to paint the kitchen cabinets bright pink.

“These people should not be allowed near houses.”

“That one’s trolling,” Nate said.

“What does that mean?”