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How very calm Aiden seemed in the wake of his own declaration that the Ark had sunk! His very home and all its possession swallowed beneath the surface of the water! That distress his sibling displayed, while hardly notable on any other individual and yet was, for Aiden, somewhat substantial, so readily seemed to make sense now. Aiden's previous insistence that he was 'fine' somehow seemed all the more luderciours. Dorian, in that moment, only further assured that 'fine' was by far the worst or words. How very inclined to falseness it was. Such things, however, were cast aside in the wake of that news. Dorian's own features quickly shifted into a look of shock. The Monarch near demanded to know how on earth that decidedly giant boat had sunk. Had not the modern age solved problems so archaic as that? The heavy sigh that passed Aiden's lips so surely betrayed the Alpha's exhaustion in that moment before he insisted he simply did not know. An explosion within the engine seemed the most likely scenario and yet that uncertainty remained. A near vague hint of curiosity so briefly lingered upon Dorian's own face. The monarch's mind quickly found the veritable gap in Aiden's own consideration of that accident. Could an engine that was not running...explode? Then again, his own knowledge of such things was decidedly limited. Perhaps such a thing was possible. Perhaps that engine had been running even if the boat itself hardly moved. Such things, right now, were so hardly important.
"I'm sorry, Aiden."
'Sorry', Dorian suspected, was so hardly truly useful in any sense and yet so many years of such polite rigor had done nothing but assure the Monarch that such were the words he was supposed to offer. Even if they seemed rather meaningless in that moment. His siblings' request to keep those cars at his home however seemed near sluggish to process through the Fae King's mind. Indeed, the very idea of that Ark sinking was so wholly substantial that for several morelong minutes the Monarch was content to fixate on that alone- at least until Aiden's request so suddenly seemed to strike at his mind. Dorian was nothing but quick to agree to his siblings wishes, after all, his and Sebastian's home had more than enough space and too, the security such a collection of cars would surely need. It would be nothing short of illogical to turn Aiden away and besides, Aiden was....his brother. Perhaps they did not always see eye to eye and indeed they still had a great deal to learn about one another and yet...family was family. There would so eternally be a place for Aiden within his home. Sebastian too, he was certain, would hardly find issue with such a thing once he had learned the fate of the Ark.
The Monarch's silver gaze shifted briefly from his sibling then and toward the window behind to eye that dark open space outside that made up his front lawn, one strikingly absent from any vehicles. That very realisation in turn so prompted the Monarch to query just how Aiden intended to get those cars to his home to begin with. Surely he did not intend to teleport them all did he? Was he even capable of such a feat with so little time to rest in between? Perhaps it would be better to drive those cars and yet surely that would require quite a number of people. Aiden insisted they would need at least eight. Sebastian could drive, plus Aiden himself, Charles was available and several of those guards by the gate also had their own cars amongst the rest of Dorian's staff. Aiden was near hesitant as he made some effort to count out those vehicles, Dorian in turn so further considered his staff before his head nodded. The sudden sound of his mobile ringing briefly drew his gaze to his pocket before the Fae so merely ignored that chiming sound. Whoever it was could wait.
"I shall have Charles and Elizabeth gather what staff we have here, my own driver and some of the men from the gates, along with Sebastian, that should give you enough people to drive the cars back here. They are all capable drivers- I promise."
Those cars, Dorian knew, were nothing if not critical to his sibling. The Fae King attempted to offer Aiden a reassuring simper then before that very realisation that Aiden had come alone seemed to strike the Monarch once more. His still ringing mobile phone so at last fell silent only to be followed by a brief, singular beep to announce someone had left a voicemail. Dorian's hand extended briefly to rest upon his siblings forearm, that gesture a decidedly simple touch of affection, small and fleeting as it was. Dorian took that moment to query where the rest of Aiden's pack was. Those other beings, after all, meant a very great deal to his sibling in turn. Dorian himself was familiar with several of those pack members. The man was decidedly fond of Raven. Surely no one had lost their lives...had they? Aiden's soft assurance that his pack, in the very least, had all made it out of alive so readily prompted that soft release of breath from Dorian in turn. The Alpha further added that most had found places to stay with friends or partners and yet, did that not still leave Aiden himself? Dorian's very query on just where Aiden intended to stay saw the Alpha glance momentarily away, that brief look of uncertainty so hardly missed by the Monarch before Dorian extended that invitation for Aiden to stay with him. After all, he could hardly bear the thought of his sibling left homeless! That uncertainty however so hardly seemed to leave his brother, Aiden insead inquiring whether or not he was sure as Dorian simply nodded once more, the hand that rested upon his brother's arm affording it a brief squeeze before Dorian allowed his hand to drop entirely.
"Of course. You are my brother, you are always welcome here and Sebastian and I have more then enough space it shall hardly be an inconvenience. Come, let us sort out these drivers for your car. Charles!"
That manservant was quick to rush back into the room once more as Dorian offered those instructions for gathering their household staff, his own driver, several guards and Sebastian in turn to assist Aiden in moving those cars. Charles readily queried Aiden on the very best route to take. Dorian was quick to take that moment to reach into his pocket and pull the golden cellphone from within before lifting it to his ear to playback that message left upon it. His face shifted quickly from surprise to a look of near ready concern as that message played.
"Ah, Aiden? I think perhaps we need only seven drivers. It appears Father already has one of your cars....and possibly several traffic fines if the amount of other drivers I can hear expressing their displeasure in colourful language in the background is anything to go by. Perhaps we ought to hurry."