God, he hated how restless he felt. That anger still pooled just beneath his skin, his agitation somehow keeping him from doing anything productive at all with his day. Those words he'd shared with Henry the night before replayed over and over in his mind. He had needed his now ex-boyfriend. He had sacrificed everything for the man and what did he get in return? He'd been mauled, Henry had left him for months without a single word, and now he'd found out the boy had cheated and he was the one who wasn't being fair?! After all he'd forgiven, after all the times he'd steadfastly stayed at Henry's side, after all the fighting that he'd done for his ex...and still Henry chose to lose himself in the arms of another woman. Still, he couldn't be bothered to even come looking for Sterling - because he was "depressed". God. It was always about fucking Henry. Always. His grip tightened on that plastic cup within his hand before the object was flung across the kitchen, the material rebounding against the wall only to land with a loud clatter on the cement floors of his overly industrial flat. The sheer sound of it was enough to perturb the once resting Fiducia, the bird all but glaring at him as her feminine screech echoed within the space. A small frown crossed his lips as his hand rose up to run through those ebony locks. "Sorry, Fiducia." He murmured and yet, it hardly helped with those emotions that raged within him.
Slowly, Sterling made his way towards the living room to retrieve that now empty cup, only for his gaze to befall upon a picture of himself and Henry upon the mantle place. Sterling's hand reached out, to push that photo over, letting it rest face down upon the mantle. Perhaps it was time to truly move on. He had a whole room of Henry's shit - maybe it was time to pack it up, to say goodbye to that bit of his life that had never truly been steadfast. "Come on Fid, you won't like the music." He informed the bird perched within the rafters as he pushed open the doors to his tiny balcony. Providing her an escape from the bass that shortly after filled the apartment. Sterling wasn't often the type to fill his apartment with such loud music, the boy far more mindful of his neighbors and yet, today, he simply found he didn't care. Those cursed words filled his flat, accompanied with the heavy beat of the drums and the melodic guitar - those very lyrics entirely resonating with the warlock. Sterling made his way towards that room he'd once given Henry. He'd made every effort to give his now ex-boyfriend his space, even despite that relationship the two had begun to foster all over again. They had been so close to really moving forward....so close before Henry had fucked it all up, all over again. He pushed open that bedroom door, his gaze scanning over the contents of the room as that distinct scent of Henry filled his nose. It was time to box all of it - maybe he could get someone from Henry's little pack to come to pick it all up or something, whatever would free him from seeing the man again...but first, he needed boxes.
Sterling temporarily left the confines of that bedroom, the boy instead digging through both his own and the hallway closet - only to come up drastically short of any sort of....container he was willing to lose for an eternity. Damn. Maybe Harley would have some on hand? Without any further hesitation, Sterling climbed to his feet, the boy all but abandoning his apartment without even the slightest glance backward. His socks padded down the hallway before he knocked upon the door he knew belonged to his closest companion. He could already hear the sounds of Ace yelping from within, only to shortly be greeted by the scowling features of the young woman herself. Sterling's eyebrow rose ever so slightly, almost curious of who she had been expecting to be on the other side of her door before he inquired. "You wouldn't happen to have any cardboard boxes you don't need...do you?"