(I think you are looking for the word, Flannels. He’d suffer but there’d also be a guy that stands up for him and is his frien. That guy may or may not become a love interest.)
Met glanced over at Andre and wandered over to the rack of scarves. He reached out and poked a shimmery blue and silver one, liking how it moved in the light. He could imagine himself wearing it and being warm. Warmth was nice, but at what cost?