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watching me, missing you


Posted on October 06, 2024 by STERLING
Residences

I know some things should just stay broken

i'm well aware this should remain unspoken


Henry's hand extended towards him as his ex stood over him and slowly, Sterlings fingers reached out to fit snugly in his once lover's palm. He was pulled gingerly from the floor, the boy all but clinging to the familiar figure at his side - it was as if he feared letting go of Henry might result in his balance wavering. He hardly expected Henry's suggestion of a shower and yet...the idea didn't sound terrible. In fact, the hot water might be exactly what he needed. "...okay." Sterling agreed after a moment's thought, his hand reaching out for the wall beside the shower, releasing his grip upon his boyfriend. Henry hardly wasted any time in fetching him a fresh towel, the shower turned on with a flick of his wrist. The heat from the water began to fill the small enclosed space with water vapor, fogging the mirror and filling Sterling's lungs. There was something...nice about it though, something that helped put the queasiness in his stomach at ease. His head bobbed as Henry offered to make him tea, though he stopped his ex before the man managed to completely leave the bathroom - "I think...there's one in the top part of the cupboard that has ginger in it...maybe that one?" He suggested, offering Henry a weak simper.

It was only once the door behind Henry closed that Sterling finally reached for his sweat slicked shirt. The fabric was deposited on the floor, followed quite quickly by his boxers. Carefully, Sterling stepped into the shower, letting the warmth and wetness wash over him. He stayed there for nearly half an hour, letting the nausea in his stomach settle, washing away all of the grime and sweat and vomit till he felt almost...normal again. He stepped out of the shower, drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. Neither man, it seemed, had considered clean clothing. It hardly mattered though, not when Sterling was certain he'd head the tea kettle's familiar screech not long ago. His bare feet pad across the rustic floors and into the kitchen. "...is the tea done?" Sterling inquired softly, his gaze settling upon his ex's figure.

Sterling

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