This whole meeting was high anxiety for Henry. While he had wanted to share his friendship with Malia with Sterling, there was a lot of grey areas that Henry hadn't figured out how to navigate yet. He should probably just introduce her as a friend, but not go so far as to tell him that he had taught Malia how to bathe in their apartment or that he had slept with her. In his own defense, he hadn't slept with Malia when they were together. It had happened after Henry had thought he had killed Sterling. It was a dark time where he had been overcome with anger and depression. Malia was a way to escape his life for a moment and it was a way to make him actually feel something. Now, it felt so wrong â€" even though he had done nothing wrong knowing the information he knew. Well, really he shouldn't have slept with Malia anyway. If Tetradore found out that he was dipping his wick in A. one of Tet's friends and B. one of Frosts' pack members, he would surely be in one giant hill of trouble.

Despite all of this, the meeting between Sterling and Malia was going to happen whether he liked it to her not. He wasn't sure how to tell Malia not to mention their little night in his hotel room. However, knowing Malia, he was sure that it would just slip out. She had no filter and while he enjoyed it at times, he wished she didn't have one in this moment.

Henry mentioned that he had been there to help guide her into her human body and her answer had him smiling. He liked knowing that he had helped her. However, when she mentioned that he was a great teacher, he choked a little. He knew exactly what she was referring to. He tried not to draw more attention to that fact. He hadn't had time (rather he wasn't sure how) to tell Sterling about his night with Malia in his hotel room.

Henry was quick to change the topic of conversation onto his pack. He knew he had been fairly secretive about it around Sterling. He tried not to talk too much about that part of himself. After all, the last thing he wanted was to start a PTSD episode or something like that. But regardless of his fears, Sterling deserved to know that part of his life. He had to share his life with Sterling with his life with his pack. Eventually, the two would need to meet. He hoped that his pack might in turn protect Sterling should anything happen to him. He knew Sterling wasn't a were and he wasn't in the pack...but he was something fare more important to Henry then he could even put into words. He'd like to think his pack would help keep him safe â€" at least he would do the same for them if they were seeing someone outside their little group.

Malia brought up Tetradore and Henry sighed. He looked back to Sterling, his hand moving once more to rest in his own, squeezing it softly. "Tetradore isn't that bad...once you get to know him. He is a little rough when you first meet him." He thought back to the first time he had met Tetradore. He hadn't been interested in getting to know him. But now that he was getting integrated into his pack, he was beginning to understand the Spanish man. "Tetradore is the one that created me..." His eyes rose softly to rest on Sterling, making it very clear what he meant. Tetradore had created the panther in him that had damn near destroyed their relationship. He wasn't exactly sure how Sterling would take this information. Would he hate the man on principle? Would he encourage their interactions if only so Henry could control himself? It was all a mystery.