That bed was almost comforting, even despite how many hours he had surely spent in this exact same spot over those past few weeks he had been alone. Sterling shifted within Henry's arms, despite the man's efforts to spoon his decidedly injured body. He welcomed the man's embrace, even as he snuggled closer to his lover's chest as Henry pulled the blankets over them. That sentiment of how much he had missed the man was uttered but softly on his lips, that sigh he was greeted with was almost unexpected, though the man hardly moved in the slightest as Henry leaned forward to press his lips against his forehead. He'd missed those small gestures of affection, he missed those dates Henry took him on, he missed all that effort his boyfriend had put into them to make him comfortable with this idea of moving forward with their relationship. How that singular night had so ruined everything. His head slowly leaned into Henry's chest as he finally whispered that singular fear that had lingered within him most of all. "I know....I just....I didn't think you were ever going to come back...." His voice trailed off, those bright blue eyes almost refusing to look at his boyfriend in the wake of those muffled words. Rather, he seemed far more willing to burry his head in the folds of Henry's shirt.

His body moved closer towards the man, his legs but briefly entangling amongst Henry's own. He was almost unaware, up until that moment of the effect that his closeness had upon the man he so loved. In fact, it wasn't until that brush of his body against Henry's own that he became even minutely aware of that more physical reaction within those jeans. Sterling could hardly help the way in which his bit upon his bottom lip, almost unsure of what to do with this newfound discovery. After all, the last time he'd willingly gave all of himself to the man, Henry had shifted on top of him. The prospect of that was...frightening to say the least but a far more rational part of him was content to argue that such would surely not happen without tonight being a full moon, of which he was certain it was not. Maybe....maybe he owed this to Henry? After all, Henry was often more prone to display his emotions in a far more physical fashion then Sterling was. After all the good the man had done to get them to that point prior to that shift...the least he could do was return it, right? Maybe he needed to try to speak in Henry's language. His fingers reached out, gingerly brushing against Henry's hip, that gesture almost exploratory to see of the man would stop him before his touch slowly dipped lower and closer towards that tautness within his boyfriend's jeans. It was a small brush against that jeaned material, the warlock entirely cautious and yet...he was trying to push through that irrationalness for Henry alone.

STERLING TENEMBRAGE