After hearing “get out” enough, you eventually leave.
“Is your friend ok?”
“My brother was gay. He used to upset us by dressing up in drag, but it made him happier to be that way. Then, he moved to–”
“Moved or thrown out?” I wonder silently.
“Florida to live on the streets. Guess, it made him happier to be that way.”
“Oh God, what kind of home life did they have?”
“We always thought he’d be killed in the Tampa streets, instead he died of cancer.”