I know some things should just stay broken

i'm well aware this should remain unspoken

His head leaned forward, his forehead pressed gently into the hard plains of Henry's chest. It was difficult for Sterling to believe that anything between them was going to change, not after everything that had happened between them. Not after mistake after mistake after mistake...and yet...he found it a struggle to think through the fog that seemed to permeate his brain. Vaguely, he found himself considering just how...warm....he felt...though Sterling was quick to brush it off as the heat from Henry's flesh. The man ran hotter now than he remembered...though maybe that came with being a Were. He was aware of Henry's arms tightening around his figure as his lips parted to utter his ex's name. His voice trailed off, any attempts to continue the conversation at hand were overridden by the sudden feeling that not everything was...quite...right. He was oblivious to how pale he'd become, or how clammy his skin was, Sterling only aware that his stomach felt like it was churning. That nausea was almost overwhelming as he muttered, softly, that he didn't quite feel well. Sterling knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that now was hardly the right time to be sick, not with the conversation at hand and yet...this somehow felt equally as important, the boy oblivious to the soft thud of his osprey as she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

He could feel Henry pull back from him, the Warlock swaying upon his feet without the man's support. Sterling's gaze slowly turned upward towards those probing eyes, only for a small frown to cross his features at the very bluntness of Henry's observations. "I...." Sterling started, his brows furrowed as he considered his own well being. Fiducia had never been hurt before. Not like this. He hadn't quite anticipated the poison running through her veins to be the cause of his own illness, not so quickly. His words, however, were interrupted by his ex as Henry inquired after his relationship with the Osprey. Slowly, his head bobbed in agreement - had Henry not noticed the unique connection between them after all these years? The very importance of Fiducia seemed to slowly dawn upon Henry, Sterling certain he understood now why the Warlock had been so dead set on bringing her from his ex's old loft in New York. He was hardly attentive, at that moment, towards where Henry was guiding him. His own steps were hardly as sure as they usually were, the Warlock nearly swaying upon his feet even with Henry's arm wrapped around his shoulders.

He eased down onto the sofa that Henry guided him towards, only for his ex to leave him alone on the sofa. Slowly, his eyes fluttered closed as he leaned his head back upon the pillow behind him. He was so cold all of a sudden, despite the heat that radiated from his skin. A shudder ran down his spine. It was so tempting to just...curl up on the sofa. It was only the heavy footfalls of his ex that caused his gaze to open. His bright blue eyes focused upon the bundle in Henry's arms, his brows furrowing before the sight of Fiducia prompted his heart to flutter in panic. "Fid?" He inquired softly as he reached out, gingerly taking the towel wrapped bird in his arms. Her breath was shallow, the Osprey hardly reacting as he softly stroked her feathers. Sterling's attention drifted back up towards Henry as his ex insisted he knew a place that maybe could help. It was a long shot, but Sterling was nothing short of determined to save his bird. "I'll be fine." He insisted, rising to his feet. "Let's go." He swayed almost dangerously upon his feet, as he made his way towards the door, the Warlock ignoring those warning signs until it was too late. The very last thing he remembered, as his hand touched the front door, was that feeling of lightheadedness before darkness simply filled his consciousness - his body falling towards the floor.

Sterling

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