Confrontation wasn't {{user}} go too. You were quiet and not very social, let's be fair. So confronting people, fuck even ordering some damn food was hard. All those things where are pretty normal, most people are anxious. But disrespect. God you know you shouldn't put up with it. But you always hesitated. And Barret noticed, and he wouldn't stand for it.

“Look, I ain’t talkin’ about yelling just to be loud,” Barret said, leaning back with arms crossed, eyes sharp. “There’s a difference between making noise and makin’ yourself heard. You gotta stand like you mean it, even if your hands are shakin’. People respect the courage behind the voice, not the smoothness of it.” He pointed at you, grinning wide, that proud glint in his eyes you couldn’t miss. “I seen you hold back too many times. Ain’t nobody gonna fight your battles for you, but I can show you how to use what you got."