There were but so many memories that flooded his mind at that simple contact his lips on Henry's own. He remembered years worth of moments before that fateful day in when Henry had so pinned him to the ground within Central Park - that rosey hue that had so overcome his cheeks had caught the entirety of Sterling's attention. Now, that very man was so nestled in his own arms with but a blanket between him and the rest of the world. For all those memories, all those moments they had shared together, Sterling still found himself hesitating to so grace the man with any such further affection. After all, Henry himself had been struck with the same lack of memory that had so afflicted him and now there was this whole were thing that had literally changed everything in his world...and now this? And yet, despite all that uncertainty, he still found that apology so blatantly falling from his mouth, even at the risk that the man in front of him would scarcely know whom this Kat was or all the things Sterling himself had done to so upset his lover.

It was that soft but firm touch of Henry's fingertips against his chin that finally drew the man from the guilt he so felt from their shared past, the warlock's crystalline gaze slowly shifting to the equally as blue eyes of his roommate. That declaration that Henry didn't care about those moments caused his eyebrows to knit together in uncertainty, the man entirely unanticipated those words that so came next from his roommate's lips. That warm simper slowly blossomed on Sterling's features at the sheer idea that he was the only being that Henry cared about. The man remembered, he was certain of it but, now, what did that make them? Would they pick up where they left off or....would they just be roommates in the way they were now? At the moment, such concerns hardly lingered long within the boy though, instead replaced by that desire to merely be close to the man in front of him. He leaned down, his forehead gingerly nuzzling against Henry's own as he whispered with perhaps far more emotion then he should have let himself portray, "I missed you so much, Henry.. He could hardly deny that ache within him, that want to be in Henry's arms - to feel safe in a way only Henry managed to make him feel. He so desperately wanted that right now and yet, Sterling knew well he still had the man in front of him to take care of first before he could be selfish with his desires.

Slowly, Sterling pulled away from the man, a small frown glossing his features at the sound of a door opening and closing somewhere upstairs. People would start populating this walkway soon on their way to work and other errands. They needed to move, Henry naked on the step of their apartment building surely wouldn't be received well. His gaze turned back towards his companion, shifting to ensure the blanket fully covered the man. "Can you move? We need to get back to our apartment...unless you want the whole complex seeing you after your shift." He spoke, and yet, he hardly pressured the blond any further than that. He couldn't fathom how Henry must physically feel after everything that had occurred just the night before - that sight of Henry changing into that ebony panther was forever burned into his mind. The way that those bones snapped and muscles twisted had been horrible to see, not to mention the screams that had left his lips. It was enough to send a shudder down Sterling's spine at just the memory of such.