That insistence that he was fine left Tetradore's lips without much true consideration. It was entirely habitual to deny the existence of any and all emotions that beset the Alpha. His own family was subjected to the same distance that Tetradore treated the world at large - Matteo often times the only exception. He was hardly ignorant, however, of that distinctly skeptical glimpse upon his sibling's usually pleasant features. Dorian's brows had risen ever just so, the foreign lit of his voice terse in his clear disbelief. Tetradore was hardly affected by his sibling's suspicion. There were, after all, far more important things than Dorian's thoughts of himself. He had left Mira alone upon the docks with multi-million dollars worth of irreplaceable vehicles. It was the very weight of all that had occurred within the past hour that prompted the Were to cut to the very reason he had so intruded upon Dorian's night in the first place. How quickly the fae's features shifted in the wake of his declaration - that shock expressing everything that Tetradore still struggled to allow himself to feel when the responsibility of his pack still pressed so heavily upon him.

A soft, heavy breath left the Alpha's lips as his head shook ever so slightly. "I.....I don't know. The engine exploded and it left a huge hole in the hull and we just couldn't get the flood doors down fast enough...." His hand reached up to rake through those unruly brunette locks. "I just don't know." Tetradore's baritone muttered, his very tone so revealing the first crack in that apathetic facade he so often wore. He lost everything tonight - the majority of his possessions at the bottom of the oceanic floor, his pack scattered in the wind. He had been stripped at any resemblance of a life he had finally achieved for himself. With that adrenaline finally leaving his physique, those very emotions felt...crushing now that he found himself within his brother's mansion, a place he hadn't realized had become as much of a sanctuary as Chambord itself. Aiden could hardly allow himself to fall to pieces - not yet and certainly not in front of Dorian. He cleared his throat, the Alpha focusing upon those singular tasks at hand in some effort to maintain that tightly held emotional control.

Dorian, however, seemed sluggish to understand his request - the enigmatic silver of his sibling's irises simply staring at him for a moment. A gentle breath of relief left his lips as Dorian acquiesced, the fae's attention quickly turned to his darkened driveway for the very vehicles in question. "They're on the docks in front of.....well in front of where the Ark sank." Admittedly, the idea of teleporting each of those vehicles was within his capability - but the sheer number, weight, and size of each one, particularly when they were already so delicate and damaged sounded...utterly exhausting. For a moment, the Were-King's lips pressed in a hard line as he considered, once again, allowing another behind the wheel of his precious cars. "Uh......sure, I guess. I'd need....eight...people." He commented hesitantly, the Hispanic taking mental stock of those cars he'd managed to pull from the wreckage of the Ark. Admittedly, it made him...nervous to consider letting anyone drive those vehicles the distance between the....the docks and Dorian's Northern home and yet...many of the vehicles had already suffered some scratches, dents, and damage in his feverish effort to save them. Surely Dorian's trusted assistants could not further mangle his beloved fleet.

The last thing that Aiden anticipated, however, was the gentle touch of Dorian's fingers upon his forearm, that notable concern altogether obvious in that Italian lit of Dorian's voice. "Yeah, they're all okay. Most of them have friends or...significant others to stay with....they'll be fine." It had rattled them all, that he knew, particularly when they had only just wrapped their heads around getting through this trying time together and here he was splitting them all apart. It had been a necessary evil, in spite of those protests. It was his brother's inquiry on where he intended to stay, however, that prompted a glimpse of uncertainty upon his masculine features, his emerald eyes deviating from Dorian. The very act action alone, however, seemed to speak volumes as Dorian offered to allow him to stay. The vibrancy of his gaze fluttered back towards the Italian Monarch in silent consideration. "Are you sure....? I don't know how long it's going to take to find another ship suitable for the pack..." Aiden warned, the Alpha hardly inclined to linger where he was not wanted.