It had been only a week or so since he'd left his childhood home, he'd been lost and looking for something to cling to ever since. Homeless and almost out of any sort of money, even feeding himself was becoming difficult, he'd gone home again, earlier in the day, begged to be let back into his old life. His father had asked if he'd marry a woman. Earth said no, because he couldn't, he wouldn't do that to some poor girl he could never actually love. And his father had sent him away again without a second thought.
He really was on his own, and it hurt. Violently. And it wasn't just the hunger gnawing at his insides either. It was the fear, the loneliness, the uncertainty of it all. He had no real skills, no prospects, and no idea how to survive in a city that just rushed on by him. He was lost, alone and scared.
He needed a friend, but did he even have any anymore. He'd tried his old friends, but they'd all been told of his disgrace, and none of them wanted to know him anymore. For most of them, it wasn't his sexuality that was the issue, it was that he was poor now, homeless, disowned. That for them, was apparently more than they were willing to put up with.
He sat on the ground, looking at a cafe across the street that he couldn't afford, knees pulled up to his chest and shivering from if not the cold, then a lack of sleep and food and anxiety of what came next.