[ This is probably going to be upsetting to Will, but when tired Max has even less of a filter than usual, so: ]
Who's Barb? ...Wait, that...girl, Nancy's friend? The one the Demogorgon...uhhh...
[ Got. That's how Lucas put it in the story. The Demogorgon got Will. They just got him back. Barb wasn't so lucky.
Max cranes her head back a little, squinting, as she stumbled over without wearing her glasses. Still, she can make out Will's expression enough to ask, ] Why're you looking at me like that? You're the one not making any sense.
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Who's Barb? ...Wait, that...girl, Nancy's friend? The one the Demogorgon...uhhh...
[ Got. That's how Lucas put it in the story. The Demogorgon got Will. They just got him back. Barb wasn't so lucky.
Max cranes her head back a little, squinting, as she stumbled over without wearing her glasses. Still, she can make out Will's expression enough to ask, ] Why're you looking at me like that? You're the one not making any sense.