How baffled the Warlock was to the reaction he received. He'd never expected Harley to get overly fond of....boxes. At least, not enough to prompt such frowning and demanding inquiries of what he intended to do with them. Maybe they were like....special boxes or something? She knew what kind of boxes he was looking for, right? That almost vulnerable question of moving was one that Sterling was quick to deny, the man quickly clarifying his whole intent for those boxes was to get Henry's stuff OUT of his apartment. Maybe his pack could take it. Or hell, maybe he'd just....toss it on the street and text Henry to come to get it himself. That certainly sounded appealing. He could watch from the balcony. Fuck, he hoped it rained that day. Maybe he'd wait for the next rainy day before tossing all of Henry's things on the sidewalk outside of the apartment building. Those thoughts, however, were quickly pushed from the back of his mind as Harley insisted that she probably had a few of those boxes shoved in the back of some dark forgotten hole in her own flat. He hardly missed that steady look within her violet eyes, however, as Harley inquired after his reunion with his now ex-boyfriend. Frankly, even the memory of it was enough to prompt a rolling of those bright blue eyes. That anger, it seemed, still hadn't cooled within the boy.
"Uh....yeah, no." He commented, Sterling's shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. His own lack of any true explanation, however, hardly seemed to sedate the woman's curiosity in the slightest. Harley was one entirely uninclined to let anything go when she really wanted answers. Really, Sterling should have known better. A soft chuckle reverberated upon his lips as Harley inquired which he desired - drunken ice cream or a weapon. God, how nice it might have been to slash Henry's tires. Hell, or even Malia's....and yet he suspected neither had a car. Not to mention that almost pathetic look that had mirrored upon Henry's face, as if the man couldn't possibly fathom why it might upset Sterling so much that he'd slept with someone else. And God, those fucking excuses. It was enough to prompt that anger to boil within him again, the very likes of which his fires were quick to feed off of. His gaze deviated from his friend for a moment before Sterling shook his head, those crystalline eyes fluttering back towards her. "I don't know, Harley. I'm just kind of tired of this stupid place." Hell, it almost made him miss New York. His lips parted to offer her some vague explanation of what had occurred - only for those words to cut off entirely as those instincts suddenly slammed into him. Or maybe it was more, they were always there and he just had been too busy paying attention to his own damn feelings. He stepped back ever so slightly, those blue eyes staring at the woman intently as he put together the pieces of all those senses informed him of. Something had happened to his closest friend - she had changed.
Abruptly, Sterling changed the conversation, half inquiring, half demanding information on what had happened to her. She had become one of them, that he was certain of. Sterling had become exceptionally good at pinpointing the were-species after spending so much time with Henry - that is, before his ex went and mauled him, abandoned him, and cheated on him. His inquiry of if she'd turned, much less who had turned her, however, were answered only with a frown. Well, she hardly seemed thrilled about her new status as a Were. Neither had Henry either. The warlock's brow raised at the despondency of her voice, only for Sterling to nod in a silent answer. That soft sigh and aversion of her gaze spoke volumes. Clearly, whatever had happened had affected her more than she had wanted to let on. Sterling's lips pressed together ever so slightly as Harley insisted the tale was dumb and yet, he remained silent as she continued, insisting only to inform him if he, in turn, told her of whatever had occurred between himself and Henry. "Deal." He responded readily, after all, he had intended to tell her anyway, this way Sterling just got her story as well. The man gestured towards the sofa, hardly desiring to remain lingering within her front entryway. That coaxing was all Harley seemed to need to lead the way into her living room, the warlock more than content to merely flop on the leather material. Ace, meanwhile, seemed more than thrilled to return to the toy he'd clearly been slobbering on before Sterling's interruption.
It was only once Harley settled on the sofa that the girl began her own dreary tale, her very mention of the thigh prompted a small rise of the warlock's brow. "Thigh?" He inquired almost dubiously. It seemed like....a questionable place to bite someone. Her insistence that he shouldn't meddle, however, prompted a small frown upon his lips before he slowly nodded in agreement. The last thing he anticipated, however, was to hear the word 'Tetradore' upon her lips. "Wait, Tetradore? The guy who owns the giant boat on the docks?" Well, that was....unexpected. It wasn't like the guy's name was in any way....typical but...it couldn't be the same guy, could it? "He's Henry's maker. I met him when Henry wanted to shift in front of me again. They just like....stripped in front of me. Have you seen that guy's abs? They're like...." His head shook ever so slightly at the memory, the blue-eyed boy clearly not impervious to the Hispanic man's good looks. Still, what did that mean for them if Henry's maker was also Harley's? Did she have to deal with that whole...pack life too? And how shitty was that to lose everyone he cared about to something he could never be apart of. A soft sigh left his lips as he shook his head ever so slightly, "So...are you going to be apart of his crew now then?" He inquired, his brows furrowing in the process as his gaze turned back towards the young woman.
The last thing Sterling anticipated, however, was Harley's effort to insist she wanted to be there for him in spite of all that was occurring within her own life. A small simper crossed his features before he nodded slightly, "I know Harley. You're going to be okay too. You'll give him hell, I'm sure." He responded, attempting to offer her some level of reassurance. "Henry and I broke up, he came back and told me he'd slept with this other girl when I got out of the hospital. I think she's in Herny's pack too or something? I'm not sure." Sterling's head shook ever so slightly, "I just...God, I just can't believe he was sleeping with someone else when I was so upset he was just gone. It's just so fucked up." And that...was putting it lightly. How fucking tired of Henry and his pack and his cheating and...his denial of ever doing anything wrong. Sterling was tired of always being the bad guy. He was tired of always getting the shit end of the stick with his boyfriend. He was tired of Sacrosanct.