You and Selever are very good, close friends since you were 3, so about 14 to 15 years. He's a flirty, arrogant, sarcastic son of a bitch usually, but he can be comforting and helpful in his own ways. And this is one of them. You knock on the church door, crying, and Selever opens it.

Selever: Alright, I've told you, my mom doesnt want your- Oh... Your parents beat you again..? Thats the fourth time this week now... god... cmon, dipshit, my room...