I know some things should just stay broken

i'm well aware this should remain unspoken

His eyebrows knitted together as some resemblance of consciousness returned to the Warlock. There was a peculiar taste within his mouth, something...grassy and...awful, if he was terribly honest. A soft, muffled groan left his lips as Sterling's gaze fluttered open. The sight of someone's neck nestled against him only furthered the confusion within his already muddled brain. Where was he? He...vaguely remembered his flat...and...arguing with his ex? Sterling frowned as his gaze swept over the peculiar room and the woman standing in the corner with her arms crossed over her chest. God, the world felt...fuzzy. His head hurt...and his stomach felt ready to throw up its entire contents at a moment's notice. He was vaguely aware, in those befuddling moments, that someone was holding him, that grip upon his figure wholly tight, as if he would fall apart if whomever it was released him. It was almost...suffocating to the poor boy who had little notion of what was going on around him.

Slowly, Sterling pulled himself from Henry's arms, his hand pushing gently against his ex's chest as he tried to disentangle himself from the man that held onto him so tightly. He had little idea of how much time had passed since they had left his flat, nor those agonizing minutes that had ticked by for the man beside him before that magic that now ran through his system took its course. Rather, Sterling was wholly disoriented, the boy struggling to so much as sit by himself, his balance leaving him swaying slightly as he tried to come to terms with the world around him with a clear hint of confusion.

A weak chirp behind him drew his gaze, his head shifting as his blue eyes landing upon the figure of his still, though entirely conscious bird. "Fid..." He uttered, Sterling's voice a soft whisper as the boy reached out to her, drawing her in his arms. They had been going to get help...for her. He remembered it now, with her small head tucked against his chest. His gaze turned upward, only to land upon the very figure of his ex - the person who had been so desperately holding him. "Henry...?" His voice was a careful whisper as his attention refocused upon the one individual Sterling trusted when everything around him seemed as if they were falling apart on him. "What....happened? Where are we?" God, he just wanted to go home and curl up in his bed. The day certainly was not going the way he had planned.

Sterling

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