It had been a truly bizarre sort of evening by anyone's standards. One that had begun with Dorian's fretting over that impending flight to Naples and whether or not Aiden had truly wanted to accompany him or whether the man had simply been being polite. Sebastian having assured him several times over that everything would certainly be fine and that the flight upon the luxury jet was surely an excellent chance to spend some time alone with his brother before the veritable fanfare of Naples itself. Dorian unable to deny he was quite looking forward to having his brother to himself for that short flight, the Monarch having a veritable plethora of questions he so desired to ask the younger man now that they were away from the crowd of the thanksgiving table and the rest of their family. That time spent together over christmas and texting communication they had achieved of late having furthered assured him that Aiden did not find him disagreeable despite the mans often quiet demeanor. That newfound contentment however had lasted only so long as it had taken Matteo to appear within their living room an hour or so before they had been due to leave for the airport with the veritable insistence he had arrived purely to see a 'once in a lifetime spectacle'. Dorian's query of just what that was so prompting his Father to inform him that seeing Aiden out of bed and on time for a five am flight was not an event he planned to miss. The Monarch veritably thrown back into a state of distress over why on earth no one had informed him his brother was, apparently, not terribly inclined to early mornings. It was, he was assured, the closest Sebastian had ever come to glaring at Matteo. His ever-patient husband so forced to follow him about the house with those reassurances he was entirely sure Aiden would show up before so managing to usher him into the car altogether.
That drive to the airport had hardly taken terribly long and yet Sebastian had, once more, so managed to alleviate his concerns by the time they had arrived even despite that faint touch of uncertainty that still turned within him. How very determined he was to make that relationship between his brother and himself work! How very much he desired to have a sibling the way Sebastian had. Those very tales his husband told of himself and his brother by far some of Dorian's most favoured to hear. His own siblings having paled rather desperately in comparison. Dorian quite unable to remember any true....kindness ever exchanged between them. The vast majority of them having disliked him intensely or ignored him entirely. He so hardly anticipated Aiden and himself to be quite the same as Sebastian and John and yet- a brother seemed a terribly lovely sort of thing to have. It was their arrival at the airport and that crossing of the tarmac from car to plane that had so prompted Sebastian's own worry now. His husband distinctly assured Dorian required no less than two jackets, a hat and gloves to walk that distinctly short distance despite the Monarch assurance he would surely not expire from cold in that time. Dorian only released from the car once Sebastian was fully satisfied with his attire. Just where Matteo had gotten to so remained to be seen and yet the Monarch fretted little for his Father as he stepped easily into that royal jet, the warmth nothing short of wholly pleasant. Dorian removing at least one of those jackets along with his hat and gloves before settling himself into that plush leather chair that was easily reclined.
The impending sunrise so readily saw Sebastian retire to the bedroom at the back of the plane, Dorian so stealing that kiss from his lover before he did. Sebastian assuring him once more everything would be entirely well and that he was only within the next room if so required. Dorian left alone to wait for Aiden within that plane then, save for those servants whom hurried quickly past in preparation for that take off. Dorian so inclined to remind himself he need ask just what Aiden might desire to eat outside of that curious cheese and pasta dish Matteo had served at Thanksgiving, let alone how the man took his tea and whether or not he might prefer a garden or a city view room for his stay. The fae King content to distract himself with those idle thoughts before a young stewardess so approached him. The Fae girl not one he was familiar with, newly hired perhaps, that nervousness in her voice decidedly clear as she so asked after what he might like to drink before introducing herself as Fiona. Her cheeks positively aflame. That warm grin he offered her only seeming to fluster her all the more. Sebastian, he was assured, would quite have enjoyed such a thing before she hurried off to see to that order. The sudden sound of laughter from outside so prompted the Monarch's silver gaze to glance out of that window then. Aiden, it seemed, having veritably materialized upon that tarmac with no more than a backpack by way of luggage. How light a traveller he was! Although, Dorian supposed, when one could teleport there was perhaps very little need for luggage.
How readily his siblings arrival so prompted that simper to his lips and yet that look was near quickly replaced with one of bafflement as Matteo so stepped into view. The Frenchman seeming to find something distinctly amusing as he playfully shoved Aiden's shoulder. Aiden appearing to disagree only to retaliate by swinging that backpack at the elder Fae like a weapon. Dorian inclined to feel both his eyes raise. Matteo was quick to teleport aside, appearing behind Aiden then, only for Aiden to near pivot in place and tackle the French ambassador into the deep snow at the side of the tarmac. The pair of them tumbling into the snow like...children.
"Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Do you ever find that there are times in which you do not understand your family at all?"
"On occasion, yes."
"Oh, good. I feared it might just be me. What are they doing?"
"I can't rightly say, Your Majesty. They appear to be enjoying it though."
"Could you fetch a few towels please? I suspect Aiden is going to need them."
Sitting within the snow, was, evidently, the very place it appeared his Father and Brother had so chosen to have some sort of proper conversation. The elder fae so appearing to be reassuring Aiden of...something. Dorian, once more, utterly baffled by this very relationship that was so distinctly....different to any he knew. How very close Aiden and Matteo were! Such a thing so vastly different to his own relationship with his Father. He so hardly had a poor relationship with the Frenchman by any means. Indeed, of late especially, they had gotten on terribly well and yet it was still not nearly so....intimate, he supposed the word was, as Aiden and Matteo's own. Just how the pair had achieved such a thing was distinctly baffling to him and yet wholly fascinating in turn. Even if he was quote assured he did not desire, at any stage, to be knocked into the snow with such force. Sebastian would never believe such a thing had occurred as it was. How curious those emotions that turned within himself and yet, he had quite desired none of them were at all unpleasant. The sudden sound of footsteps upon those stairs drawing his attention to that doorway as Aiden at last stepped through and into that luxury plane. Fiona and another young woman hurrying forward to offer him those towels. Aiden appearing momentarily baffled by their presence in turn. Dorian gestured to that large, comfortable leather seat opposite his own then for the other man to make himself comfortable within. That warm grin finding his lips despite that hint of bemusement that lingered upon his features all the same.
"Do I want to know why you and Matteo were....rolling about in the snow? Do you do that often? I have never seen anyone tackle him in all my life."
There was a certain measure of....awe within the Monarch's voice all at once. Aiden very near the only man he knew whom was brave enough to tackle the Frenchman. How very much Sebastian would enjoy this tale. Dorian so glancing upward then as the staff saw to closing that door and preparing that plane for take off. Dorian gesturing to that small table before them then.
"Do you care for hot chocolate? There is tea or coffee if you rather but I thought it might be a little early for that."
The monarch reached easily for his own mug then before reclining further back within his seat in near that picture of relaxation. His silver gaze lingering upon his brother all the same.
"I'm pleased you decided to come. I look forward to showing you my country. I fear we have something of a busy day today but the next few are mostly free after that. If you need or what anything feel free to merely say it, one of the servants will attend you."