His fingers ran through those dark brunette locks. Aiden's disheveled curly hair hardly seemed any different from normal, even with his own fidgeting. He could hear Charles' footsteps behind him, the manservant clearly accepting the vagueness of the Alpha's demands as he disappeared up the staircase to fetch the Italian Monarch. How quiet the house seemed in the wake of Charles' absence though the tranquility of it was all but lost upon him. A soft breath left the Were-King's lips as his gaze traced the circular driveway just visible from the large window he stood in front of. Already, he was considering the space Dorian had and the number of vehicles within his own fleet. If he parked them just so, he was certain they would fit upon the brick paving. They would be exposed to the elements but at the very least they would be safe behind Dorian's high walls and meticulously guarded fences. He'd have to acquire covers for the vehicles but such was not a high price to pay to ensure the paintwork on the sports cars remained utterly perfect. He simply had to deal with the logistics of getting them all here (how many could he teleport before his own body gave up on him?) and then there was the matter of ensuring Mira found her way safely to the cabin...and then...and then...there was his own fate.

Tetradore had studied the massive hole within his sinking ship for far longer then he had admitted. Such a thing, after all, did not just appear out of nowhere. The engine exploding was equally as bizarre, Aiden had been certain it had received it's routine maintenance just a week prior. Everything had been signed off then, the Ark, in this aspect, kept in pristine condition. Every time something looked worn or needed replacing, he had spared no expense. How then did this happen? The very thought of it brought a frown to his features - either his staff had been lying to him...or an outside influence had contributed to its destruction. Perhaps he was paranoid for considering it and yet...he knew someone with the ability to manipulate engines such as the Ark's. Sure, he'd never seen Darcy control a boat before but he had witnessed the vampire murder in such a way, albeit not to his usual preferences what with the 'wasted' blood. Perhaps this was Risque's way of telling him she was finished with allowing him that life outside of Syn - it would be entirely her style to take everything and everyone from him in one fell swoop. It was merely unfortunate for her that his pack had managed to escape with their lives very much intact. Had Darcy misjudged the time it would take the Ark to sink? Was it finally time to say goodbye to them all? To Tobias and Raven and Mira and Dorian...? If it was, was there even a point to fretting over those vehicles he so loved?

His thoughts, at that moment, seemed to spiral down an ever-darkening void, the Alpha entirely inattentive to Dorian's presence, much less how his own slumped figure betrayed him and the emotions that so threatened to overwhelm him. It was the rare sound of his first name that pulled him from the depths of his own mind, the Alpha turning to face his sibling as Dorian inquired after their father. "What?" Tetradore inquired, entirely taken aback. In all of his tumultuous thoughts, he had not once considered the elderly fae, the very mention of Matteo almost railroading him. "Oh, no I'm sure he's fine, wherever he is." Aiden quickly attempted to reassure his sibling. His efforts, however, hardly seemed terribly effective as Dorian stepped closer towards him, his brother asking if he was okay. "I'm fine," Tetradore responded without hesitation, the lie one he'd told so many times that it hardly required any thought from the man. Then again, it wasn't often that Aiden truly allowed himself to consider if he was alright, so much of his life so often anything but.

"The Ark sank tonight," Aiden explained, the man quick to cut to the reason behind his visit lest Dorian's clear worry got the best of him. "I just need somewhere to put the cars while I....figure everything else out." If it was Risque, it was only a matter of time before she called him back to Syn, he was certain. Hopefully, he could get everything taken care of before then...before he was forced to once again return to the depths of hell and the neverending depravity of his mistress' warped mind. He tried to push those thoughts from the forefront of his mind, however, as he turned slightly back towards the window to gesture at Dorian's driveway. "Do you mind? Just for tonight, at least, I can figure something else out tomorrow."