I know some things should just stay broken

i'm well aware this should remain unspoken

Sterling was hardly oblivious to how increadibly close to death he had come tonight. Without Henry, the evening could have ended entirely different. Those softly spoken words of appreciation paled in comparison. Still, it was Henry's comment of just how glad he was that they were all right that caused Sterling's bright blue eyes to shift towards the bedroom with a vague hint of concern. Weather or not Fiducia was still alright still remained to be seen. Though they were out of immediate danger, the threat of poison still lingered heavily over his thoughts. It was the soft clink of the now clean plates being stacked in the kitchen cupboard that drew the Warlock from his own internal thoughts. He watched with furrowed brows as Henry suddenly made his way to the door, clearly intending on leaving now that he deemed his task was complete. Sterling could hardly help the way his stomach seemed to fall at the very action. He had thought that...perhaps...at least...Henry might ask to stay. Even if it was just for tonight. How that very brush with death managed to resurface old memories of that time he had been kidnapped. Henry's voice puncuated those fears, forcing Sterling back to focus on the present as his head nodded, "Yeah, of course." He muttered softly, even if he was hardly certain that those old clothes were worth such appreciation.

His blue eyes remained trained upon his ex as Henry approached the door, his hand resting upon the knob only for him to turn back towards the Warlock. Henry's words slowly died off, however, the man clearly thinking better of whatever he had wanted to say. Sterling's brows furrowed in contemplation and yet, for a moment, he said nothing in response, allowing Henry the chance to regather his thoughts and continue. It was only once it became clear that Henry had little intention to do so that the boy prompted him onwards. "What is it, Henry?" He inquired, his voice somehow...soft...and vulnerable, entirely matching the Warlock's mental state. His arms shifted to gently wrap around himself, Sterling almost trying to hold himself together. How his very efforts seemed to be failing, those tears rising unbidden, turning his bright blue eyes glassy before streaming down his cheeks. His life, the past few years, had been filled with so many traumatic experiences for the boy - this one seemingly enough to finally break through whatever reserves of mental fortitude and strength Sterling had.

Sterling

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