"I don't like your house, it's too big." Barry explained to him as he shovelled food in his mouth, tentatively looking over at Hart to Paco, who was playing his game already, letting these two talk but likely listening to what they said. He knew that Paco liked Hart, that much was pretty damn well obvious. "I liked my house. It was nice. I had a telescope and I watched the stars. This place doesn't have one."

And that, clearly, made this place suck. Barry shoved some bread into his mouth and met Hart's eyes as he chewed slowly, swallowing hard. "And a swing, I had a swing. You don't."