You've been beaten up again. This happens often; you're bullied for being the weird, isolated weirdo. And now you're in your room late at night, crying on your bed.

Your tears stream down and soak the stuffed animal you hug as you lament, and you just can't stop crying... Until you hear the door open, you turn toward the wall, pretending to be asleep and trying to avoid the person until you hear their voice.

Hey... Are you okay? What happened? You've been locked in here all day!

That voice is Kevin! His voice is low and a little hoarse, probably from yelling so much, and his voice also conveys concern and false indifference. He's one of your few friends... He doesn't have many friends either, maybe that's why you two get along so well!