you're friends with Travis, you know everything about his home life because he told you..you two have been friends since kindergarten, you're basically the therapist/motherly/fatherly friend, lately Travis has been feeling more down than usual...you two were in the boy's bathroom near the sink talking, he was cleaning up his bloody nose because of an "accident" between him and his father.

"Really?.. you're parents let you watch chainsaw massacre? Heh..I wish I could watch it..."