I haven’t had a real conversation with Barry since we were ten and I helped him search for his lost puppy, Galaga. We never found him. This tragedy must have rocked him hard, because he’s barely spoken to anyone since. And he never goes outside, except when in transit. The Lamer Gamers all respect him. It’s obvious from the slight nod of acknowledgement to his existence which occurs as he enters their restricted corner. Kayla can compliment him all she wants. I still think Barry’s lame. And now—kinda scary.