That very grin that danced upon Aiden's lips at so being presented with that favoured childhood dish was as entirely as endearing as it had been when the man had been a mere boy. It was foolish of him perhaps, sentimental even, to find such pleasure in that singular grin and yet for a boy who smiled so rarely and found pleasure in life so infrequently it surely meant a very great deal. Aiden, it seemed, required little prompting to flop into that armchair opposite his own. The pair balancing those bowls upon their laps and chests. Even the Frenchman was not unwilling to admit that despite the decided novelty of such a dish- even he was not inclined to dislike that flavour. Matteo enjoying several more mouthfuls of that meal before asking after how the Were opposite him had spent the afternoon with that rarely offered free time so equally removed of responsibility or demand. That Aiden had chosen to drive out to the countryside was hardly surprising. That choice of car equally so and yet even Matteo had not quote prepared himself for the veritable passion with which Aiden so took up that argument against the interior of the little Peugeot- as if the car had been crafted as a veritable personal vendetta against him! The near ancient Fae found himself almost unable to prevent that surprise that found his features. Aiden's opinion, perhaps, not near so surprising as the sheer determination with which he voiced it. Matteo quote unable to remember any matter or any kind in recent years that had prompted such distinct enthusiasm from his son. How terribly amusing it was and yet, here and now, the elder man near diligently worked to keep that simper from his features lest he set the boy off all over again. His silver eyes merely resting upon Aiden's striking green in turn until the boy promptly huffed and returned to his meal- that piece so apparently said. The Frenchman inclined to merely stare in silence for several moments before that very impishness so tugged at his features and his attention returned idly to his own bowl.

"Are you sure you are not just salty because its speed put your beloved Aventador to shame, Mon Amie?'

In truth, he had very little with which to defend that car. It's interior was nothing short of questionable in every sense just as Aiden suggested and yet- he could hardly help but tease at the younger man a little all the same. Matteo so rarely driving that car for a number of the reasons his son had so suggested and yet he was unwilling to afford the boy such an easy victory in his argument just yet. That amusement so persisting upon his features all the same as he returned to that very meal. Hunger, it seemed, tugging readily at both of them and yet even despite the pleasure of that shared dinner the Frenchman could so hardly disuay that anxiousness that tugged at him all the same. He knew, to some extent, as to just how that conversation to follow might surely play out and yet each time he had peered into the future he had seen a different result. The decided fickleness of that outcome representative, he knew, of the sheer amount of emotion and indecision that very suggestion was destined to thrust upon Aiden in turn and how he loathed to do it to the boy! Yet- there was importance in this in turn. Even if Aiden might so choose not to take up that offer it was important that it was offered all the same. For more then one reason. He knew, readily so, how quickly his companion would pick up upon that shift in his own demeanor. Aiden near notorious for barricading his emotions so deeply within himself that he met any and every situation with a blunt indifference. The Frenchman determined that the WereKing might remain at least open to that idea until he had spoken his piece in turn. How difficult it was to bring up but any of those more...emotive conversations. After all, even Risques name so rarely left his own lips. The pair so having had a near silent agreement for so many years that some things were simply not spoken off if only for the distress it brought them both. How poorly Aiden so often handled those very conversations and yet- Matteo hardly blamed the boy in any sense. Not after what he had been through. Not after that very indifference had become his only protection.

The very wariness within the younger man's voice at that mere suggestion of the conversation to come was hardly missed. The Frenchman content to continue on all the same even if those words hardly came easily to himself in turn. How difficult emotions could be. No matter the age. He had lived well over two thousand years and yet still the very vulnerability those words so afforded him struck deeply all the same. How very....humanising it was to admit such things, even if they had both known of those very emotions shared between them for decades. To voice them aloud a decidedly more potent thing. How he disdained to bring up those tumultuous younger years in which Aiden had begged him to take him with him. How desperately he had tried to explain why he could not and yet even now those very memories remained near raw like a wound unhealed upon them both. Aiden, after all, had not been the only one to cry at the hopelessness of it all. That soft breath that parted the younger man's lips followed by that soft insistence he could surely forget it prompted little more than a remorseful look to his own features.

"That- Aidun, is something I cannot forget."

He offered with near equal softness. If only he could forget it. If only he could have fixed it and yet the world was filled with 'it onlys' they surely not the only men too ever find themselves so considering them. Still, here and now, he was content to continue all the same to the very talk of all he had desired to give his son and indeed- still did. How strange a thing fatherhood was. How very deeply those desire went not for oneself but for their child, adopted or otherwise. How impossible a thing it was to explain to one whom had never had a child in turn. To explain that very assurance that he desired more in this life for Aiden and Dorian then he had ever desired for himself. That there was surely nothing he would not give for them in turn. That near rueful simper so finding his lips at Aiden's insistence it was so hardly his job to give him anything. Matteo's own head shaking softly as the WereKing's fingers teased at the edges of that envelope.

"Job or otherwise it does not stop me desiring too."

How true such words surely were. How little control Aiden himself could wield over just how Matteo felt off him in turn. The Frenchmans silver gaze merely watching as Aiden took those papers from within the folder, that confusion upon the mans features readily anticipated as he afforded that explanation. His hand gesturing lightly to flick toward the back of those documents where each had been printed again in English specifically so the younger man would be capable of reading them in a language he more readily understood. That singular word that fell from Aiden's lips hardly surprising. Matteo affording him knowledge of what else was within those papers before allowing that very silence to persist. It was, perhaps, a more improved reaction then the Were had given in the past to any significant news and yet this was, perhaps, the most significant to date. Matteo near capable of picturing the tumultuous emotion that turned within the man before him as he knew Aiden so struggled to comprehend it. It was...unfair perhaps, to burdan him with such a decision so abruptly and yet- with Aiden having more freedom than ever before the time for such a thing was as right as it might ever be. He could not give Aiden back his childhood, his birth family or any of those things he had lost but he could, perhaps- give him a family again. One that so always had a place for him. That very sense of belonging he knew, perhaps more critical and so desperately missing from Aiden's like then even the Were himself realised.

The sudden break in that silence drew his own gaze upward and away from the papers resting upon the table then. Aiden's words nothing short of blunt and yet this was very much more akin to the reaction he had anticipated from the man. That near irritability, he knew, driven far more by fear then anger. That very selflessness and near martyrdom that had so come to define his son near shining in that moment. Matteo content to merely let him speak his piece before he lent back within his own chair. That soft sigh drawn from his own lips then and yet his words remained as calm and even as always.

"Do you really believe, Mon Amie, that I would offer you such a thing if it would lead to the death of Dorian? As I have said, I applied for such papers well over six years ago. I have had six years to peer into the future of what might come from this but- I know too that you enjoy those practicalities in turn."

He paused but briefly in consideration of those words before continuing once more in those accented tones to offer Aiden those assurances, those practicalities, beyond his own affinity for the future.

"Because I am the Ambassador of France anything I do through the government that is considered of personal or sensitive nature- is repressed. This means no copy of this paperwork exists online, no copy exists in regular public record and it cannot be requested. The only copies that exist are the one before you- which will stay here with me and one that will belong to the High Court of France in paper only, no electronic records. The only one capable of accessing it from the Courts is myself. It requires my physical presence. There are over one hundred million records stored by the French Government at any one time in a hall connected to the Hunter Council. Even Risque is not desperate enough to break into the Hunter Council European Headquarters to search over one hundred million pieces of paper for this one. Even if she did, I would see her intent will before she did it."

The chance of that paperwork ever being discovered was near impossible and even if it were so, Risque gaining access to it was even less likely. How it would irritate her too, if she knew, and yet in this the Frenchman so readily respected his sons fears and as such had no desire to make light of them.

"As for her finding the copy I have, I have no doubt as to my own security or that of Chambords- in that I assure you that there is nothing to fear."

His head nodded once more, those words nothing short of affirming. Matteo so hardly choosing to elaborate upon Chambords security, after all, the less Aiden knew of it, the less information he had to offer in any sense to anyone who might question him and yet he remained assured such measures were un-needed all the same. Matteo remained silent for several more moments then before those soft lyrics came once more.

"Do you want to know what I can see of the future, Aidun? I can see your birthday next year and the one after and the one after that. I can see christmases spanning decades. I can see you becoming an Uncle again. I can see Tobias, three years from now, taking the Aventador out despite your telling him not to, scratching it on a pole, and then trying to hide it for over a week by covering the car in a sheet and telling you it's sleeping. I can see my future entwined with yours for the extent of our lives. I can see Dorian, Alexander and Sebastian's paths intersecting with our own- and I can see Risques. There is no future, Aidun, none at all- in which she outlives you. Fate has already decided. You will outlive Risque. I know without question this is true. Just as I know Dorian will not meet his hand at her hands either. I have seen her die a true death- though the matter of how remains undetermined...."

His head shook lightly, as if to dismiss those very thoughts. That frown upon his features smoothing readily as he regarded Aiden once more.

"She will not ever find those papers that I can see and you are already a part of my family. You have been for twenty years."

His hand gestured lightly to those papers once more as they rested upon the table. That small simper finding his lips once more.

"It is entirely up to you, Aidun. Whatever you chose is fine. But I know what I am doing, Mon Amie."


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