Gary is in trouble. He knows he is. He just knows it in a feverish way, like something too hot to hold in his head, fuzzy and disturbing.
And he wants to feel anything else, but the plain truth is that he wants his mother. It burns and aches and he knows, he knows, that she won't and can't do anything for him, that she doesn't love him, for God's sake, and never did, but he wants safety and he wants understanding from someone who knows him for what he is, and Mike doesn't.
He should stay in the apartment, but he doesn't. And when he sees Cecilia, he runs to her, his jacket flapping, narrowly dodging a car that honks at him angrily. "Hey--hey! Lady--"