Of all the very beings Dorian had so anticipated within his home today it was so hardly the one who stood before him now whom he had expected to see. In fact, the Monarch had very near resigned himself to the notion he would likely never see Samantha again. He had known, from her note, to just which city she had so apparently gone and yet she had afforded him nothing else. No address, no new phone number, no method of contacting her in any sense and how very much that had.....hurt. It was, perhaps, displeasing to consider how very much he had once relied on Samantha to navigate the very world he lived so comfortably within now and yet- in those early years so following his release from his own palace- he had been near desperately dependant on Samantha. At least until Sebastian. He had, surely, been something of a brudan to the woman in those early months of their friendship, though she had surely never complained. Dorian, once, inclined to feel as if he had perhaps owed the woman something for all she had done for him. A feeling that still very much persisted and yet had been dampened in turn by her abrupt disappearance. How terrible those first few weeks had been without her! How he had nearly destroyed their apartment! The Monarch so eventually forced to live and sleep in the living room alone after he had flooded the bathroom, broken most of the kitchen, failed to pay any bills and as such had suffered the removal of the power and, to add insult to such injury, a cricket had invaded his bedroom. That near paralysing fear of bugs having resulted in Dorian conceding that room entirely to the cricket and his taking up the lounge as his bed. Sebastian his eventual saviour. The pair so tending to look upon that evening the vampire had discovered just how Dorian was living with good humour now. A humour that so failed to find him in that very moment as his silver gaze lingered upon his once-companion.

Despite that very plethora of emotions that all but rioted within his very system the Monarch remained nothing if not the picture of placidity. Those accented words unfailingly polite. Those age-old manners hardly failing him in any sense as the pair stood near awkwardly before one another. Dorian content to enquire, albeit delicately, over just what Samantha wanted. After all, to appear after so many years so surely implied she perhaps....desired something from Sebastian and himself. Dorian so hardly having the heart to turn her away all the same and yet that veritable wariness remained like a delicate lacing to his voice as his gaze rested near expectantly upon her. Dorian readily anticipating some request for money or lodgings or transportation of some kind. Her sudden insistence she she did not desire any such thing prompting that look of surprise to his ever-youthful features. A ready inquisitiveness finding him now. The young woman assuring him instead she was here because she....missed him- and owed him an apology, or several. Dorian's own lips parted readily then and yet those words so hardly managed to escape him. Samantha suddenly crossing that room toward him with such determination the Monarch so momentarily believed she might throw her arms around him, his form stiffening ever so slightly in anticipation. Only for Samantha to pause before him, no more than an arm's length from his reach.

"Samantha, I-"

Once more, it seemed, his words were hardly destined to find themselves spoken. Samantha quick to explain her reason for being here today. Her voice increasing in both tone and volume as her speech became all the more impassioned. A near ridiculous part of the Monarch was almost inclined to remind her that she was not using her inside voice as he once might have done those years ago. How quickly he fell into old patterns! Samantha, however, so seemed to catch herself in that moment. The woman quick to regain control, clearing her throat before continuing with that...apology. Dorian wholly content to remain quiet throughout, affording her the respect of so speaking her mind in its entirety even despite those ready emotions her words seemed to stir within him all over again at the reminder off that morning he had woken up to find her gone. Samantha fell silent in the wake of those words. Dorian, for a few moments, allowing that silence to persist as he contemplated his own words and those thoughts that turned within his mind. A soft sigh of sorts at last parting his lips.

"I cannot say I disagree with you. You did leave in the wrong way- and when I still very much needed you. Things were.....difficult without you. I all but destroyed our apartment. Sebastian, thankfully, repaired most of it before we returned it to Aiden."

Dorian's own head shook ever so slightly at the memories, the Monarch quick to dismiss them for now. His silver-hued gaze lingering upon Samantha's own once more.

"In your absence though I learned to do a lot of things for myself, which I surely needed to learn and I had Sebastian to assist me. If anything good came from your leaving it was surely that I learned to be without your help. I understand why you left though, even if it was in the wrong way, and I cannot be upset with you for that. Perhaps I did a lot for you but, I cannot deny you did a lot for me too in those early days. I missed you, while you were gone and I am glad you are alright after all this time."

That faint simper so managed to find his lips all the same. Dorian unable to deny that, despite it all, he was pleased to see Samantha so well. After all, he had cared for her very much once and indeed- he still did.

"I forgive you for leaving, Samantha. For all you did for me I owe you that much. As for my friendship- I would like to be your friend again, as I said I have missed you but....you must understand, Sebastian and I are married now. I know you did not get along with him quite so well the first time you met but if you are sincere in desiring to be my friend again I will need you to accept Sebastian too."

After all, no friendship between himself and any other being would surely work if any sort of resentment for his own husband existed. Dorian, for his part, so hardly anticipating Samantha might find herself desiring to truly befriend Sebastian in turn and yet surely she could accept his choice in husband. After all, he was married now. His husband nothing short off his priority. Followed very closely by his family. It was certainly not his business just what had occured between Aiden and Samantha. Aiden, indeed, appeared wholly apathetic about the matter and yet- Samantha had surely left his brother too. Dorian's accented words uttered once more then as he regarded the woman before him.

"I think it might also be best in turn to let you know to that Aiden and I are, well, family now."

How new that relationship was to him still! How strange those words felt and yet he could hardly deny the truth of them. How precious little family he had in the world- and how much they meant to him- no matter how new they might be to that title.

"If you are alright with all of this though, then I see no reason why we cannot be friends again. I would like that."