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In all that time he had come to know his younger sibling Dorian could so hardly recall a time in which Aiden had appeared so very...distressed as he did now. Those very symptoms were subtle. His shoulders slightly rounded, his figure slightly slumped, his fingers running through his hair almost tensely and yet- Dorian was nothing short of observant to the delicate nuances of those around him. Aiden was, usually, the very image of composed- if not unemotional. Whatever had occurred tonight had clearly rattled the Panther even if Dorian expected and indeed, readily anticipated, that Aiden might hardly prove forthcoming on the matter. Dorian had so hardly known his sibling even a year before he had come to understand that Aiden was more then merely private when he came to his personal affairs. His sibling was nothing short of guarded. Matteo, in turn, was prone to being equally so when it came to his younger son. There was something, or someone, that Aiden and Matteo both worked to keep concealed. Dorian long suspected such a thing. Whatever or whoever it was so seemed to cause his brother no small amount of constant distress and a near vicious guarding of his emotions and yet, while Dorian had long suspected those very things, he had hardly dared to ask after them. It was simply....not his place. One day, perhaps, Aiden might trust him...enough to share whatever it was that so seemed to constantly burdan him like a blackened cloud and yet tonight, Dorian suspected, would hardly be uch a night. Whatever troubled Aiden this evening seemed far more pressing then those usual worries.
The sound of his siblings name seemed to stir the other man from his thoughts. Aiden stared blankly at him for several moments before asking what he wanted, Dorian in turn merely blinking in surprise at Aidne's own lack of awareness before his lips parted to repeat himself- his sibling suddenly seeming to recognise his earlier question in regards to their Father. Matteo, after all, was one of the few beings in all the world that seemed to garner emotion from Aiden. Even if Dorian so often found those emotions baffling. The other man's head shook then, the Alpha insisting Matteo was fine, wherever he was. The Monarch inclined to feel that faint sensation of relief flutter through him before his silver gaze fixated upon his companion once more. Dorian, this time, querying whether Aiden himself was alright- only to be met with those very words that had, perhaps, become far too well used within the Monarch's own home. Fine. How very little faith Dorian had in that word! Sebastian, after all, was its most faithful employee. His husband inclined to insist over and over that he was fine no matter how dire the situation. Sebastian, Dorian was certain, would describe himself as 'fine' even if his clothing was to catch alight. The Fae King, by that notion, inclined to view his sibling with a distinct skepticism as both his eyes raised just so. Fine, he was sure, meant exactly the opposite.
How dubious those words sounded even to himself! Dorian affording his sibling that very look that so surely betrayed the notion he hardly believed him and yet, for now at least, the Monarch hardly persisted. Dorian so merely waiting for Aiden to explain just why he had so apparently 'needed' him in the middle of the night if he was as 'fine' as he insisted. Aiden, perhaps fortunately, was so hardly a man inclined to dance about with words. His sibling announced mere moments later that the Ark had sunk. That near doubtful look on Dorian's face so hurriedly shifted to one of utter shock.
"It sank? What do you mean it sank? How on earth did it sink!?"
How did such a large boat as that merely sink? Did ships still sink in this modern age? Had not that very problem, somehow, been overcome in all the centuries that had passed between this current age and his own? How readily his own mind nearly reeled in an effort to come to terms with that very thing. Aiden, despite his earlier notable distress, somehow managed to deliver that very news almost calmly. As if he had not merely lost his entire home and all its possessions only hours ago! Had such a thing been merely an accident? Had the boat been...moving? Had Aiden managed to escape with anything at all? How long did it take a boat so large as that to sink? Those very thoughts turned rapidly within his mind before his sibling so suddenly announced that he required somewhere to keep his cars until a better plan could be made. Dorian, in that moment, near slow to understand that request as his thoughts continued to struggle to come to terms with the loss of his siblings' entire home. Cars. Aiden still had his cars, it seemed- and he desired to keep them here. The front grounds of his and Sebastian's own home, in the very least, large enough to accommodate that veritable fleet of vehicles his sibling owned.
"Yes, of course, you can keep them here for as long as you desire. I think- wait, Aiden, where are your cars?"
Dorian's gaze shifted away from his sibling then to peer out of that front window and towards the dark, empty front lawn outside. That confusion so readily seemed to find Dorian's features once more. Aiden, he knew, shared their Father's teleportation ability and yet, surely, his sibling did not intend to attempt to teleport so many cars here alone?
"Shall I summon some people to assist you with your cars? Sebastian and Charles can both drive and I can surely reach my driver and several more assistants if you require them?"
Those cars, as important as he knew them to be to his brother, were surely not quite so important as Aiden himself. A further realisation so seeming to strike the Monarch then as his features shifted into a ready look of concern once more. Dorian, this time, so allowing one hand to extend, his fingers briefly resting upon his siblings forearm to draw Aiden's attention back towards him.
"Did your pack make it out? All of them?"
How little he understood about the way of Were's and yet that pack, to a Were, was an extension of family- in a way. Dorian's accented words so extended toward his sibling once more then.
"Where do you intend to stay, Aiden? I fear I cannot house your entire pack here but Sebastian and I have a spare bedroom already set up. Would you like to stay? We have more than enough room."