A shrug crossed the Were-King's shoulders at his sibling's apology. He hardly knew how to reply to those words, not when they fell so drastically short of addressing all that Tetradore had lost with the capsizing of the mammoth cargo ship. Everything he had ever truly owned was gone and those few treasured possessions he had managed to salvage were in a sad and distinctly unprotected state. It was those very concerns for those vehicles that prompted his request to keep the sportscars within his sibling's vast driveway - though Dorian seemed almost sluggish to process what Tetradore had required of him. He was, admittedly, far more thankful then he could ever voice that his sibling had agreed, the Alpha briefly letting out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. His shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, that stress that so clearly afflicted somehow...lessening with the assurance that at least his vehicles would have a safe place to stay while he sorted out the fate of...well...everything else. He hadn't considered, until that very moment, just how he intended to move all of his vehicles. The very effort required would surely be...exhausting and yet, he had not considered any other option until Dorian offered the use of his very own staff. Admittedly, the Alpha was often ill inclined to let others behind the wheel of his cars and yet...they had already suffered their fair share of damage.

Slowly, Tetradore took a mental count of the vehicles that had made it onto the dock, several of those thefts lost to the watery depths of the ocean. That conversation, however, was interrupted by the abrupt and entirely unexpected sound of Dorian's cellphone. The emerald of his gaze shifted towards his brother's pocket and yet, Dorian clearly made no effort to answer it as the Monarch insisted on the gathering of his staff. That promise, although unnecessary, prompted a weak simper to his features, if only because of Dorian's clear effort to reassure him. "Thank you." He muttered softly, those words of genuine appreciation altogether rare from the Were-King's lips, the man often poor at showing just how truly grateful he was for the small close-knit family that had so eagerly embraced him when his own had not. Such thoughts, however, were pulled from his mind by the soft brush of Dorian's finger's upon his arm, beckoning his attention. Those concerns of his pack, however, were brushed away with the simple promise that they were not only fine and alive but each was comfortably home, or at least some version of it.

It was his sibling's inquiry on his own fate, however, that prompted Aiden's gaze to shift away from his brother in an unusual hint of uncertainty. Oh, how he had contemplated that very line of thought far more than he wished to admit, though perhaps not for the same fears of homelessness that Dorian fretted over. The Italian was altogether quick to offer his own guest bedroom and yet...still Aiden found himself...hesitating. Softly, Tetradore questioned if Dorian was certain of that offer - after all, it could be...months before he found a new boat, had it transported to Sacrosanct's docks and had it properly outfitted for his pack, cars, and business. Dorian, however, seemed...determined to provide his guest bedroom, that soft squeeze on his arm certainly meant to be...affectionate? Or perhaps reassuring? Slowly, Tetradore nodded, finally giving in. "Okay." He muttered softly, his free hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. He had never taken those moments of...generosity well - the Alpha was so rarely given such...unselfish kindness that he hardly knew how to reply to it, much less the idea that there might be a place he was always welcome. How few sanctuaries he had...and how certain he was that Dorian had little idea of what he was truly offering. For now, however, he fell silent as his brother called for his manservant, issuing those directions to gather his staff.

He had only just begun to discuss routes and the location of those sports cars and the now sunken Ark with Charles when Dorian reached for his cellphone - his brother's face so clearly displaying those emotions. His conversation with Charles was cut off by his name upon Dorian's lips. His eyebrows rose at the news of their father's intervention, his emerald eyes widening ever so slightly in a mixture of fear and concern. "Fuck. Uh...just..meet me there, okay?" Dorian and Sebastian have my phone number." He responded, quickly turning back to Charles to leave the poor fellow to figure out the semantics of who was going and how they were going to arrive. Panic had already begun to flutter within his chest, after all, those vehicles had been left within Mira's care and....frankly, he hardly trusted Matteo and what antics he might have gotten up to with the woman to steal away one of Tetradore's prized possessions. Those shadows immediately rushed to his figure, fueled by his worry before they quickly enveloped him, spitting the man back out into the cold, quiet darkness of those Western docks.

Immediately, his vibrant gaze drifted over the empty docks, the crowd had left to spread the word of the Ark's demise. Finding Mira amongst those vehicles was altogether easy, the poor woman seemed...entirely flustered. "Mira. Her name echoed upon his lips as he quickly closed the distance between them, "Are you okay?" Although he hardly believed his father would purposefully hurt the woman in any way, Tetradore was more than aware of Matteo's...mischievous tendencies. Any attempt she made to explain the situation, much less even mention the missing vehicle, however, was interrupted by a rise of his palm. "Just...don't. I already know." An audible sigh left his lips as his emerald irises danced over the remaining vehicles. "He's such a fucking pain in the ass," Tetradore muttered under his breath as he reached in his pocket for the keys of his beloved Noire, the vehicle beeped in response to the keyfob, the Alpha opening the trunk before reaching for the duffle bag Mira had retrieved from the Ark - the man hardly questioning its contents or the fate of his own things.

Tetradore closed the back of the vehicle only after all of Mira and Raven's bags were loaded, the Were-King pausing to lean against the edge of the Bugatti. His fingers reached up, pinching at the bridge of his nose in a small glimpse of the stress that had begun to afflict the man. God, he could not wait until the evening was fucking over. The couple were afforded several long minutes of near peaceful silence before a pair of headlights cut through the darkness at the other end of the dock. Immediately, his gaze turned upwards towards the two black sedans, their very presence caused a sound of relief to leave his lips. Thank God. He had never been so...glad to see his brother-in-law step out of the darkened sedan, Charles at his side before several of Dorian's staff followed suite.

"Sebastian." He spoke, rising from his position against the ebony vehicle to meet his brother-in-law.
"Aiden, Dorian told me what happened. I'm glad you're okay."
"Uh, thanks. Um...here, take the Veneno." Aiden offered, providing the vampire the keys to the vehicle in question.

He hardly bothered with introductions, the Alpha merely dishing out those car keys and pointing his brother's staff to the correct vehicles before he retreated back to Mira and his own Bugatti. No one, after all, would ever be getting behind the wheel of La Voiture Noir that was not himself. Gingerly, he handed Mira her helmet, "Follow closely, okay?" He commented softly, those protective instincts for the girl perhaps on overdrive when Aiden had already lost everything else.