I know some things should just stay broken

i'm well aware this should remain unspoken

Sterling's lips pressed together into a hard light at the very sight of his ex-boyfriend. Henry was the very last person he expected to see on the other side of his door this late at night. He had made it clear, their last evening together, how tired he was at Henry's tendency to stray again and again. This time was supposed to be different - the pair purposefully taking it slow if only to work upon the cornerstones of their relationship rather then getting lost in the sex...and look where that had gotten Sterling. The striking blue of his irises narrowed as Henry's gaze slowly turned upwards, tracing the plains of Sterling's bare chest. The warlock was altogether aware of the weight of his ex's eyes upon him. Once upon a time, he had yearned for nothing more than all of Henry's attention. Once he had diligently strived to be the cause of Henry's pants fitting so poorly. Now, the lingering of Henry's eyes upon his waistline prompted nothing but silence and the rise of a singular brow. That explanation on why the man had come to his door, however, was met with almost icy indifference, the Warlock stepping back to let Henry into the comfortable warmth of his flat.

He closed the door firmly behind his boyfriend, only to head purposefully down the hall and the very bathroom that Sterling had only just emerged from. A vague gesture was given towards the room in question as he passed it for the linen closet just past the bathroom. His brows furrowed as he reached into the depths of the closet, pulling out a fresh new towel. The sound of the shower filled his ears, Henry apparently wasting no time. He glanced over towards the door of the bathroom, noting the silhouette of his ex waiting for him. Wordlessly, Sterling handed Henry the plush towel within his hands, that silence between the two persisting several minutes before, abruptly, the Were insisted he'd be out in fifteen minutes flat. His insistence that he'd lock the door on the way out, however, was met with a shrug from Sterling's shoulders. "Sure." The warlock responded simply, his very shortness with his ex certainly displaying those feelings of hurt and anger and frustration that still filled him even in spite of their time apart.

He turned away from the bathroom, Henry firmly closing the bathroom door behind him. Sterling continued towards the end of the hallway, pausing only at the entrance to his own bedroom. Hesitantly, the boy turned, eying the bathroom door in silent contemplation. How Henry's words remained nestled in the depths of his mind as he tried to discern his feelings for the man's loss. Once, he had so eagerly taken in the lost man with no memory, before that still Sterling had attempted to put back together the pieces of a drug-laden broken soul. How many times now, had he taken Henry in when he had nothing? Even before he'd fallen to the charms and charism of the fellow. Was he really going to let his anger for Henry's actions change who he was? Ugh, he would never hear the end of this from Harley, even Fiducia was likely to regard him with ruffled feathers and yet, the idea of tossing Henry out on the streets with nothing but a tent just...ugh.

Sterling sighed audibly, his hand reaching up to run through his brunette locks at his own internal frustration. He turned back towards the linen closet, pulling out Henry's sheets only to take them back into the now-empty bedroom. It took him a bit to fit the bottom sheet to the mattress, the top one neatly laid down only for Sterling to retrieve and unfold a plush blue comforter to lay on the top. He had only just retreated to the closet with a pillow in hand to fetch a pillowcase when the water in the bathroom suddenly cut off. The bright blue of his gaze fluttered towards the bedroom door, the warlock pausing ever so slightly before astutely returning to the task at hand. A look of discontent remained present all the while upon his features as he wrestled the pillow into its case. He was hardly prepared for the quickness at which Henry stepped into the hall, the man nearly running into Sterling in the process. Sterling stepped back out of the way, clearly desiring some...distance from his ex before he tossed him the now covered pillow within his hands towards Henry, the second empty pillowcase still dangling from Sterling's fingertips. "You can sleep in there but tomorrow go get your license and when it arrives, get out." He informed Henry firmly. He'd suffer through Henry's presence, for now, if only so the guilt for turning him out on the street didn't eat Sterling alive.

Sterling

I'm on the ledge while you're so
God damn polite and composed