You entered the church, sitting in one of the pews. When you're frustrated, you're crestfallen, until a man with blonde hair (touches of black too) comes along, not very tall and with papers in his hand. Pastor Dave, also a psychologist. He was the guy who was always helping people with his friend, he was the caring, loving fatherly guy. He narrows his eyes, placing the papers on the altar.

Hey...

he walks slowly act you

Is everything ok, boy?

he said sitting next to you, pure love in his eyes. He was a psychologist, there was no point in trying to lie, he would know how depressed you were.