I know some things should just stay broken

i'm well aware this should remain unspoken

It was the sound of his voice that drew Henry from his intense concentration. He was greeted, however, with little but silence as Henry diligently took the pan off the burner and placed the sandwich onto a plate, only to cut it in half. The last thing he anticipated, admittedly, was to be handed the sandwich that Henry had been so diligently working on. A glimpse of surprise fluttered across his features as he took the offered plate. "I...have never had either..." Sterling admitted in response to Henry's inquiry of his preference of sandwich cut. His mother, after all, had been largely focused upon her own...drug induced world for as long as he could remember. Sandwich cut, much less feeding her son, had largely been the last thing on her mind. Sterling traded his ex the clothes in his hands in exchange for the unexpected sandwich. Out of politeness, the blue-eyed boy kept his eyes trained to his sandwich as he plucked up one of the cut bits. Cautiously he nibbled on the edge of the sandwich whilst Henry changed clothes on the other side of the bar. The towel nestled around his waist now hung loosely on the bar stool.

Henry's inquiry drew his gaze upwards and towards his ex-boyfriend. His head shook ever so slightly in response. "No I...I'm fine, just a few bruises." He lifted his shirt just enough to show Henry the painfully colored splotches on his abdomen - though they were something Sterling was certain he could live with, the Warlock hardly had given it much thought as far as needing Henry's power. His ex's request to heal him, however, caused his brows to furrow ever so slightly. "I'll be fine Henry but....if you want to." Sterling saw little reason to fight his ex on this topic, even if he was certain those marks would heal. It was Fiducia's soft chirp, however, that drew both men's attention towards the bedroom. Henry's comment of a poison brought a look of alarm to Sterling's features as his gaze turned towards the Were. "Poison? You....think she was poisoned?" Was that why he had been struggling to use his power? Because his familiar had been poisoned? "What...should I do?" He inquired softly, entirely uncertain of how to fix his bird and...therefore...himself.

Sterling

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