lan knew he wasn't 'Gay Jesus'. He never really wanted to be Gay Jesus, he had just wanted to help the kids that needed him and hopefully prevent any more conversion camp victims or anyone that had to go through hell to accept themselves. Like Mickey.

It had all spiralled into something he didn't want, so as glad as he was for the publicity and his new ability to help beyond his EMT job, he found himself taking the long way back to the shelter, wanting to avoid all the cameras and people that seemed to think just touching him would fix all their life problems.

He only paused when he heard a sound in the alley he passed. He took a few steps back and looked inside, finding the small figure on the ground. They looked young, a kid. Young adult at most.

“Hey,” He called gently, wanting to alert then to his presence before he startled them and ended up with a knife to the gut.