[ He does. Midnight turns the screen back to himself, saves the username to whatever address book the network has internally, then bookmarks the post for future perusal. ]

Everyone is quite a large amount of people. And if it comes down to it, I'd much rather ask for help from a neighbor who cares a bit too much rather than too little.

[ Midnight takes a sip from his can, sets it down next to his leg, and turns to face Gregor. He smiles a very small smile, but it reaches his eyes, at least. ]

You're welcome to do the same, you know, although I haven't any idea what I could do for you. Terribly new and all that. Here, this one's mine—

[ He pulls up his own profile and shows Gregor his username:

The Seventh Crown of the Seventh Demon King

as though it's the most normal username in the entire world. Just, zero self-awareness. ]