The were-King had hardly considered his vector's likeness to his own demeanor. Truthfully, he hardly thought himself as one particularly prone to the intensity of those emotions. After all, he had seen well how the females of within his life were capable of being all too keen to demonstrate those very feelings. Tetradore was certain that he hardly compared to the women's tendencies. Even so, the sheer idea that he should know where Henry had gained such habits only caused his eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly as he eyed his companion with a clear hint of questioning within those emerald eyes. Those very same brows only instead shifted to rise at that admittance that English was the were-stallion's sixth language. Tetradore himself fluently spoke exactly two, with some French phrases mixed in. After all, both Risque and Matteo had been inclined to their native tongue during those particularly trying moments, prompting at least some sort of vague understanding of some words. Still, his attention was abruptly refocused at Frost's insistence that he was 'emo'. Truly, the idea quite took the man aback, causing his features to wrinkle ever so slightly in consideration. "Am I?" He inquired before his vibrant eyes turned so attentively towards Frost. "Why arn't you then?" He was rather certain, at least on the exterior, that the pair of men had far more incommon with that indifferent facade they both often chose to sport. What made him 'emo' and his companion not? What even was emo to begin with?! Was this something he should be concerned about?

He was almost glad, truly, when that conversation shifted to the nature of their affinities. Those, at the very least, were something Tetradore could plainly understand. It was curious, that sheer amount of knowledge Frost held on those gifts whilst also being somewhat ignorant of his own, and yet, he supposed he could hardly blame the war-horse. It seemed those Hunters had put considerable time into understanding those gifts that had intrigued them whilst failing to recognize that one within Frost himself. It was, he was sure, quite the failure on their part. He had hardly anticipated for his companion to answer that unspoken thought that lingered upon his mind - the very origin of those teleporters all but fascinating if only for that all too classic 'what came first' conundrum. Frost's overly reasonable answer almost was disappointing in that and yet, he appreciated the man's attempt to provide him some measure of closure on that affinity he held, even if he was certain he was hardly utilizing it to its fullest capability.

The mention of those very affinities, however, only seemed to prompt a question of that singular gift he had refused to share with the world at large, even if that talisman still hung around his neck, tucked beneath layers of clothing. That pheonix feather, after all, seemed to personify the very fire that bird was known for, emitting a soft, subtle glow in the darkness and a warm weight upon his heart. His admittance that his resurrection had been a gift from her was one Frost hardly seemed inclined to believe. In fact, the war-horse was all too determined to insist that no one else had been there that night, beyond them and Samantha. It wasn't unture, of course, Risque hadn't actually been present during that fight, though she hardly had to be in order for that magic to work. It was a cruel sort of present really, offering him some glance at immortal life whilst robbing him of that freedom he might find in death. For as long as he wore that necklace, it was just another collar to her....and yet, he wore it all the same. A part of him, a weak part of him that he refused to acknowledge, feared death just as much as he feared life. Such thoughts, however, hardly fluttered across the forefront of his mind at the given moment, the man far more interested, instead, in commenting on his own handy work that fateful night within Frost's home.

He had known his affinity for fear would fail him and yet, that hardly stopped him from attempting to unsettle the stallion all the same. It had been a bloody success (and frankly he was on a role here)! Even Tetradore could hardly help that simper that pulled across his features at that very pun, Frost's own hearty laughter only further seemed to intensify that amusement, even if it was largely due to their shared state of inebriation. Still, this was, he was certain, the exact level of drunkenness required to speak of that topic that had become quite the elephant within the room. It was one that needed to be said, even if the matter had been laid to rest...sort of. That apology Frost offered him was unexpected and yet, certainly not unappreciated. At the very least, he was pleased to note that Frost seemed somewhat aware of his own contribution to that rift that had formed between the pair of men. It was a slight he was willing to oversee, now that his thoughts on the matter had been spoken. Raven, however, was another topic altogether. He knew Frost thought he was well within his rights to punish the woman for her interjection within what had been Frost's pack business, though the steed was willing to apologize, it would be a farce through and through, or so he quickly informed the feline, much less to proceed to chastise him for being so soft with his pack. Oh, how the stallion had misunderstood him! Even Tetradore did not fail to find the amusement within the truth of it all.

That scolding was brushed off all too easily as the were-King admitted that it was hardly from some fears of being like Risque that had prompted such idle comments from his lips. Rather, it was the simple fact that, sometimes, he hardly wished to deal with the whining his pack was more than capable of, when the mood struck. This, it seemed, was something Frost understood particularly well. "God, you have no idea." He muttered darkly, remembering well those weeks afterwards in which Raven had remained in her room from some fear of...what...ice? It had been a childish fear, one that prompted him to shake his head ever so slightly before the Alpha continued with the true reason behind his request for that apology. It was, after all, that very idea of family that always condemned him. He had considered giving up on Nadya in such a regard and yet...it was a nice idea, to imagine them all gathered around the table for Christmas or Thanksgiving dinner. To watch the fireworks burst over the harbor from the Ark's deck for those Independence Days and New Years. He wanted those holidays to be what they used to be - or what those vague memories he still held suggested they once were. That surprise upon Frost's features was hardly difficult to spot as the were-horse uttered those very words, prompting a small shrug from Tetradore's shoulders. "I dunno, I mean....it sounds kinda nice." He muttered, altogether aware of how stupid it surely was.

Even despite how lovely of an idea it was, he knew well that having Frost make amends with Raven was only half of the battle. Nadya, after all, still continued to vex him. Her anger with him was hot as fire, the girl quite near willing to abandon him for his failure to join Frost's pack for her. Those things she asked of him, those things she demanded of him, were far more than he suspected she realized. It had little to do with choosing Tobias over Frost and far to do with denying who he was - the Alpha of the Nightshade pack. That sudden admittance that Frost had never had a true Thanksgiving dinner, however, prompted a small shrug to once again cross his shoulders. "It's been forever since I've had one either....but I remember they used to be pretty awesome." That's all they were - memories. He had memories of family members, of food being cooked in that buzzing kitchen all day long. He remembered getting sent out to play with cousins and friends and then some vague recollection of the feast that came with it. All those things he missed, and all those things he wished to have all over again. Tetradore hardly anticipated the sudden assurance that Frost would assist with smoothing things with his sister, that surprise surely showing on his features and yet, in this, he hardly questioned the man at his side. Perhaps that lure of family would be enough...perhaps.

Slowly, his head nodded and yet, as that conversation continued, Tetradore hardly anticipated that sudden inquiry of just how they were going to get home. It was a part of this trip he, quite truthfully, hadn't considered when he'd fetched more of that booze. That jest that Frost was meant to walk home, however, was met with some level of dry humor and yet, that ghost of a simper crossed his features all the same. That inquiry of just what he was capable of teleporting, however, prompted a flippant shrug on his shoulders. "I'd be impressed if we wound up in some place I've never been." He admitted, as he gestured towards that vehicle. "Come on, get it. Let's see if I can do this..." He muttered, entirely inattentive to that slur that had almost afflicted those words. At the very least, however, bringing that darkness rushing towards the two men was hardly difficult, much less ensuring it embraced the vehicle entirely. It was that whole 'focusing on going home' thing that strove to be the hard part and yet, after a long dizzying moment, the pair arrived safety at the very edge of that dock, the ocean quite literally on the other edge of the front of the bumper of that car. "See, told you I could do it." He uttered, leaning back within his seat. "Got all your limbs?" He inquired, glancing over at his companion as if to ensure that very fact. It was only after several moments of careful inspection that the were-King finally saw fit to voice that very concern Frost had held over Thanksgiving. "You know, meat is only one dish of dinner. There's like....sixty different sides and I'm pretty sure like most of them are some sort of vegetable or fruit....thing. I think you'd still have plenty to stuff your face with....try to get home in one piece though, okay? Nadya will like....burn down my ship or something if you don't." How a ship burned on water, he wasn't sure, but he was certain Nadya would find a way if she got wind that Frost was last seen with him only to die or....something.