I know some things should just stay broken

i'm well aware this should remain unspoken

Sterling was well aware of the deflated look upon Henry's features at those carefully considered words, the warlock himself cringing at the way those very words sounded far harsher then he meant it. How complicated those emotions he felt for his ex were, the Warlock both drifting somewhere between a relief that Henry had cared enough about him to not sleep with every girl he came across in the wake of his new found freedom and that anger that now, after everything was said and done, now was when Henry was ready to be devoted. Even he could tell this conversation was doomed, Sterling requiring some time and...space to just think of all Henry had said even with that singular sentence. His efforts to escape, however, hardly seemed well received as Henry nodded dejectedly, the man trailing towards that room that had once been his own. Sterling watched silently as Henry stepped into his bedroom, closing the door firmly behind him. A visible frown tugged at the Warlock's features as he turned back towards his own room, only to pause at a muffled sound. His brows furrowed. Was Henry...crying? He hadn't seen Henry cry since....well since the night that Kat had kissed him. A soft sigh left his lips as Sterling made his way back to the sanctuary of his bedroom, the door closing softly behind him.

Sleep hardly came easily to the Warlock, Sterling left tossing and turning as he contemplated Henry's words and his own feelings on them...much less the fate of their relationship entirely. He had tried to dive into them slowly and in the end, everything he'd tried to preserve happened all over again. Henry was simply...incapable of being committed and yet...was he ready to find himself failed again? How many times was Sterling going to return to Henry's arms to have his heart broken? Oh the thoughts tumbled in his mind over and over, the boy hardly getting as much sleep as he wanted to and yet, the alarm went off the same as it always did, dragging Sterling from his bed with a yawn on his lips. It took him a bit to emerge from his bedroom, dressed for work as always. He tried to steel himself to face his ex and yet...as he walked by Henry's door...he was surprised to see it strikingly empty. It looked like Henry had taken him seriously after all. The duffle bag on the floor at least promised him Henry would return and yet, he was surprised to note the objects Henry had placed on the bedside table.

The chef shook his head ever so slightly, trying to push back those thoughts as he made his way out the front door. He was gone most of the day, work keeping him busy enough as the mayor decreed the city to be closed with the upcoming expected pandemic. Although they were allowed to stay open with take out orders only, the owner of the establishment had quite a paranoia of germs and declared the entire kitchen to be closed indefinitely. It had been nothing if not terribly disheartening, several of his coworkers outright panicking with the sudden loss of income. Sterling himself was hardly certain how he would make ends meet for the month, his own savings all but depleted from that stay off work he'd taken after his injury. With those dismal thoughts on his mind, he was hardly prepared to face the chaos of the grocery store as the city's residents rushed to fill their carts for what was being hailed as the apocalypse. By the time Sterling returned to his own flat, he was nothing short of utterly exhausted and exceedingly stressed.

He stepped into the otherwise quiet flat - the living room entirely empty. Henry must have run off with the tent or was hiding within his bedroom, though frankly Sterling wasn't sure which was more favorable. The boy had only just managed to place his bags of groceries on the counter before he moved around the island, all but collapsing into one of the bar stools. An audible sigh left his lips as he placed his arms on the countertop, his head leaning forward to rest on the cool counter. His eyes fluttered close for a moment as Sterling basked in how...nice simply sitting there felt, those worries still lingering heavily upon his mind. What was he going to do?

Sterling

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