Back in the early 90's, before any real effective HIV medications, I was diagnosed with HIV. I was just 25. I thought for sure I wouldn't live to see 30.. I was scared, depressed, and terrified of anyone finding out about my diagnosis.
After getting my positive test result at the health department I made an appointment with my family doctor, a gay man himself. I was sitting in the examination room at his office, almost embarrassed to be there when he walked in. He shut the door, nodded, gave me a small smile and asked me to stand up. When I did he took a step or two toward me and hugged me and told me it would be alright. I cried and he kept holding me. I eventually composed myself and we talked about my prognosis and how he was very hopeful about medications coming down the pike.
That hug was the best thing he could have done for me that day. I will never forget how much it meant and helped me. Don't be afraid of being a human being when you break the news to this young man. It may be what he needs most.