What were we built for, could someone tell me please?

16 y/o

"Gerard, can you please go open the door?"

I sighed and got up from the couch, though I didn't look up from my phone. Ray hadn't texted me since last afternoon. I opened the door and looked up, seeing him. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, and he was holding his guitar case and a bag.

"R-Ray...?" I whispered, pulling him inside quickly. He stumbled, but I wrapped my arms around him, holding him up. All he did was lean on me, hiding his face in my shoulder and sob. I brought him to my bedroom carefully after taking his bags, closing the door and setting him down on the bed. He curled into himself- his whole body was shaking. "Ray, honey," I whispered, crawling into bed next to him. He was clearly exhausted. He just whimpered and curled into me, gripping my shirt.

"D-don't let me go," he whispered- it was barely audible. I frowned and held him tightly, pressing my lips to his forehead as I talked, "hey, hey... I'm not letting you go. Not leaving. Alright? I'm right here, you're safe here."

Ray sniffled and wiped his eyes on my shirt, nuzzling my shoulder doing so. I let him. His breathing was slowing down already, and his sobs became softer. I frowned as I stroked his hair gently. Was it his family again? By now I'd realized how awful they were towards him. But this... I hadn't ever seen Ray as bad as this.

"Ray, do- do you want to talk about it?" I whispered a while later, looking down at Ray. He swallowed thickly and wiped his eyes once again before he started to speak. "My parents, I- they kicked me out."

I kept quiet for a bit. "W-what...?" I said quietly after a few seconds. "They- they did /what/?!"

Ray flinched as I raised my voice, and choked out another sob. "Oh- oh god, Ray, I'm sorry," I whispered, quickly pulling him close. He buried his face in my chest and sobbed quietly as I kept stroking his hair. "Ray, I'm sorry," I kept whispering.

"No- it's not your fault," he whispered, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

"But-but /why/?" I whispered, frowning and stroking his cheek. He looked so... Helpless. Scared like a little kid.

"They- they found out I'm... Questioning," he mumbled, taking a shaky breath. I frowned, tilting my head. "You're-?"

"Questioning my sexuality. Even gender."

I sighed softly and hugged him close to me, kissing his forehead. "That's okay, you know that?" I whispered, running a hand into his hair. Ray sniffled and simply shrugged.

"It's okay. It's okay not to know, too. You can find out- and I'll help you, alright?" I whispered, kissing his cheek. He sighed softly and rested his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes. "Yeah..." He whispered quietly, sighing again.

"You know what? Take your jeans off and get in bed, take a nap," I said softly, kissing his hair. "I'll help, c'mon."

He nodded slowly and rolled onto his back, though kept his eyes shut. I stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, carefully pulling them down and off. Ray shivered a little, so I went to take a blanket, quickly wrapping it around him. I then pulled the bedcovers over him, sitting on the side of the bed. Ray was already half asleep by now.

"Take a nap, honey," I whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'll make you some coffee. I'll be back when you wake up."

It took him just seconds to actually fall asleep. I kept stroking his hair for a few minutes, then got up and walked upstairs. I went to the kitchen to make coffee, meanwhile thinking about what he'd told me. I knew he thought he was bi, but he never said anything about gender questioning. The first thing I could think of was Ray in a dress. He'd be cute.