I know some things should just stay broken

i'm well aware this should remain unspoken

There was an undeniable sense of comfort to be found in Henry's presence, regardless of all the trials and tribulations their relationship had entailed. Softly, he inhaled that very scent that had once been the embodiment of home for him. Once upon a time, he looked forward to little more than curling up within Henry's arms at the end of each day. How much...simpler things had been then. How he wished they could go back to that - before he had known the existence of Malia, before those scars that once decorated his body, before Henry had been changed. He said little of those thoughts upon his mind, however, as he wrapped his arms around Henry's waist. Sterling hardly had to wait long before Henry's arms reciprocated the gesture, his arms wrapping around him as he pulled Sterling further into that reassuring embrace. Those soft words upon Henry's lips caused Sterling's shoulders to heave in another sob he tried to keep at bay. A part of him had yearned to hear those words, to know he'd actually meant...something to his ex. He hardly hesitated in admitting how much he missed the man, and really, he had.

Sterling knew he should have let his ex leave, he knew he should have encouraged the pair not to fall back into those old habits and yet...Sterling simply didn't want to be alone...not again...not tonight. His request was little more than a whisper, the blue-eyed boy entirely unsure if Henry would give into his request. Sterling could almost hear the simper within Henry's voice as his ex relented. The man pulled away, forcing Sterling's gaze upward towards him. That suggestion for bed was...enticing, to say the least, even if Sterling was unsure if sleep would find him. There felt like there was still too much adrenaline running through his veins to peacefully dream. Nevertheless, the Warlock nodded in easy agreement. "Okay." The word was a soft utterance upon his lips and yet, it was seemingly all Henry needed before he reached down to thread his fingers with Sterling's own.

The Warlock allowed himself to be led through the apartment and down the hall towards his bedroom. At Henry's gesture, Sterling reached down to peel his shirt from his figure, his shoes were kicked off, his socks and jeans following soon after in a pile of haphazardly discarded clothes. He gave distinctly little thought to how little clothing he was wearing in comparison to Henry - after all, this somehow...felt normal and at the present moment, Sterling found himself going through the motions rather than giving much thought to anything at all when his emotions felt so...all over the place. He climbed into his bed, letting Henry drape the blankets over them before his ex pulled the Warlock into his arms. A soft breath left Sterling's lips as his eyes fluttered closed, the man entirely aware of the gentle sensation of Henry's fingers caressing his arm in an almost rhythmic motion - one that lulled him, slowly, to a delicate sleep.

Sterling

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