The day my father came out to me I was devastated. Not because he was gay though. It was because I was 8 years old and I had to ask him, a year after my parents’ divorce. And when I asked, “Daddy are you gay?” in the car, he replied as if I had just asked him what the capital of Virginia was. “Yup.” I was upset because I was the last one to know (granted I was 8, but I was mature for my age, well as mature as you can be at 8.) While I sat in the passenger seat with a sudden stomach ache, my father proceeded to ask me if I wanted spaghetti for dinner. We have never discussed that day, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t still irk me to this day, I just felt lied to. I was the last to find out, and he treated it as if it were nothing, when it was a shocked to my system.
If someone were to come out to me I would be honored, that they felt I was that important to them. That they trusted me. I suggest your friend be honest, and there for the people they are coming out to, considering they want them to be there for them. Don’t just hit them in the face with it and change the subject. Be able to talk about it. Wish them luck for me, people may surprise your friend with how open and loving they are. They just have to give them a chance.