It was curious, that idea of a whole pack on the boat. That suggestion to see Henry's bedroom within that boat prompted a small nod from the Warlock. It sounded nice, to be a part of this other half of Henry's life, even if Sterling was weary of this whole adventure. He settled on that bar stool Henry offered him. His bright blue eyes surveyed the large room curiously, inquisitive of what exactly this place even was. It was Henry's inquiry of what he was comfortable with that brought his gaze back towards his boyfriend. Sterling shrugged ever so slightly, entirely apprehensive of the whole affair, to the point that whether or not Henry shifted in front of him seemed....moot at the present. Still, the whole idea of what they were going to do caused his stomach to flip-flop. After all, what if Henry lost control again? What if....what if he came after him again? He'd like to think Henry didn't mean to do those things but...the thought danced across his mind all the same. Henry's own notable apprehension only made those feelings all the worse, even if Sterling did his best to say nothing at all of it.

He hardly anticipated that gentle hug he was given, much less that tender press of Henry's lips against his forehead. A small, weak simper crossed the boy's features as he glanced towards his lover, attempting to reassure them both. "Everything will be fine." Sterling hardly expected the sudden announcement that there would be another present today, much less someone meant to keep himself company. A glimpse of surprise crossed his features, only for those eyebrows to furrow as Henry admitted he'd had a fight with that very woman but days prior. About what, he hadn't the opportunity to ask, at least, not before Henry informed him that she entirely understood what it was like to lose control. Oh, dear....was she the same way? Was she going to be a were too? And what happened if she lost control as well? Maybe this was a bad idea. Before he could even voice a word of those thoughts, however, Henry's lips pressed gingerly against his, prompting that same weak smile from the boy before he was given permission to take his fill from the bar across the room. It certainly was....tempting and yet, it was far, far too early in the morning.

He watched as Henry turned to leave him, retreating somewhere upstairs into some hallway, leaving the poor warlock by himself. A soft sigh left his lips as he slouched ever so slightly, entirely unsure of whether or not they should be doing this or if this was tempting fate all over again. After all, it was clear to him that, if things went nearly as bad as they had last time, Sterling would be on his own all over again. It was a habit, the way his hand drifted down towards that scar Henry had left on his hip bone, his fingers lightly tracing that area over his jeans. Was he really ready for this? That self-doubt filled him while he waited through Sterling was hardly left alone long. The sound of footsteps drew his gaze towards that platform above, the very one Henry had disappeared to but moments prior. His gaze curiously lingered upon the man that led his boyfriend downstairs. So this was the man who had changed Henry. The one Malia had told him about. He hardly expected the man's rather abrupt introduction, much less that Henry had spoken of him. "Oh, um, it's a pleasure to meet you too." He responded, trying his best to provide him with a warm smile. Thankfully, he hardly had to attempt long before the man was already turning back towards Henry to ask after Raven, clearly, he was not one for idle chit-chat.

The very mention of the woman seemed to prompt her entrance, or at least, Sterling assumed it was her by that teasing tone on her lips. He was hardly oblivious of that sad, small smile she regarded him with, as if she pitied him, though why he wasn't sure. What had Henry told them? That sudden question on whether or not he had questions, however, made him hesitate. In truth, he had a plethora of questions. Were they sure this was going to work? What made them so certain nothing bad would happen? And if something did, if Henry lost control again, what was their plan for that? Did they even have one? What about her? He eyed the trio for a moment before his head slowly shook, the man choosing not to voice those concerns now that all three were so intently watching him. "Uh, no. I'm good." He attempted to reassure them, even if he wasn't sure how true those words were.

STERLING TENEMBRAGE