The vibrant emerald of Aiden's gaze lingered upon his sibling as Dorian stepped into the office. For a singular, breathless moment, the Italian seemed to pause upon the threshold, taking in the chaos within his office as those silver irises roved over the fallen Hunter, the broken plaster, his half capsized desk, and, finally his bleeding husband in the corner. Aiden watched as Dorian's features paled at the very sight of the blood that stained his husband's clothing and their father's hands. The Alpha had anticipated the panic that seemed to assault the Monarch next, even in spite of his quiet insistence that the vampire would be fine. A soft sigh left the Were King's lips as he stepped forward, further impeding his brother's attempts to move around him. Aiden hardly bothered to offer his sibling an explanation, knowing well it would be lost beneath the sheer emotion that had gripped the fae. His arm extended, effortlessly catching Dorian by the waist only to pull him further backwards and away from Sebastian. Oh, how quickly such a simple motion seemed to produce a childish amount of flailing within the usually dignified aristocrat! His efforts to convince Dorian to remain still only seemed to have the opposite effect. His brother's threat to shove him, however, prompted an audible snort from Aiden's nose. He could scarcely imagine the fae capable of pushing him enough to even cause him to move an inch, Dorian's touch sure to feel more like a feather in comparison to the vampires that Tetradore regularly stood up to.

"I'd like to see you try." He commented, only for the Italian to actually, unexpectedly, attempt to follow through. His hands pressed against Aiden's chest, though any force Dorian put behind the gesture was hardly enough to move the Were-King in the slightest. He was hardly prepared, however, for Dorian to abruptly change the target of his attention. The fae was allowed only a singular step before Tetradore had tightened his grip upon the Monarch as Dorian attempted to near lunge at the fallen Hunter who had been the source for all of this. Alexander, thankfully, was quick to haul William to his feet, Dorian's words were largely cut off only by their father's voice. Matteo's insistence that he should release his brother was all that was necessary for Aiden to step aside, finally allowing the Monarch to rush towards his husband. His hands slid into the pockets of his jeans as he watched the pair's reunion. Tetradore had spent enough time around vampires to note the potent hints of hunger that filled every subtle line within the Prince's features. Was it truly wise to release Dorian within his vicinity when Sebastian was so clearly starving? His brow rose as the emerald hue of his irises slid towards his father as Matteo joined him. That doubt within the Alpha was surely palpable, though Matteo said nothing of his own observations and, in return, Aiden too chose to keep his silence.

Instead, he simply listened to Dorian's muffled apologies - though Sebastian was quick to brush them off and accept the blame in his husband's stead. Aiden could hardly help the roll of his eyes, his head shook ever so slightly, though it was not his place to involve himself in his brother's marital affairs. Rather, it was Dorian's explanation of why he had banned William from the house that Aiden found far more intriguing. Vaguely, he could not help but to wonder what it was Dorian saw in his aura. Especially if Dorian could see his very soul. How was William more frightening than the stains that had undoubtedly left their mark upon his very being? The green of his eyes briefly met the silvered ones that glanced at him - though Tetradore failed to voice his own query upon his brother's power, far too concerned by what that answer might be. It was his father's French lit that interrupted Tetradore's somber thoughts, drawing his gaze towards the fae as Matteo reassured Sebastian of William's whereabouts, only to follow it with exactly what the vampire had done wrong tonight. What Aiden did not expect, however, was the Frenchman's sudden decision to leave the royal couple alone - surely Matteo was aware of what would happen when they left the room, did he not? His brows furrowed as his gaze shifted towards the Frenchman, only for Matteo to offer him a soft nod. An audible breath left his lips, "Fine. Whatever." He muttered as he stepped towards the door after his father. The Were-King paused upon the threshold of the office to glance back at the pair. "You should get better friends, Seb, your current one is shit." The Were-King informed his brother-in-law before his gaze turned far more pointedly towards his sibling. "And you should stop being an asshole." Tetradore informed the Italian Monarch - his thoughts on the matter rather pointed and brief as he turned to leave the room, closing the door behind him.

Tetradore trailed behind his father as the pair moved down the stairs only to enter the kitchen just in time to hear William's near desperate begging to be killed. His brow rose as the Alpha found a position leaning against the kitchen countertop, the emerald of his gaze settled upon the sobbing heap upon the kitchen floor. As much as he hated to admit it, part of him was altogether aware of the striking similarities between William and himself. Once upon a time, he too had thought he had been the result of his best friend's murder. And how it had reduced him to tears upon a similar tiled floor. However, those very comparisons stopped exactly there. After all, William had endured for merely two years before the Hunter had found his veritable edge of what he could handle. Two measly fucking years and he was calling it quits? Two years and William was too much of a coward to attempt to take his own life - instead he had to beg someone else for that mercy. At the very least, Tetradore had never once asked Matteo for that. That soft sound from his father's nose drew the weight of his gaze. Those words, however, were clearly meant to be antagonistic. His father's usually endless compassion was, apparently, in rather short supply tonight. How...unusual. In fact, Tetradore could only think of one other time in which Matteo had been anything but the definition of pleasant - that evening in which the Frenchman's vampire neighbor had attempted to eat Aiden's pet goat. For all of Dorian's concerns, it seemed the fae did care what happened to Sebastian after all.

He remained silent, however, with arms crossed over his chest as he listened to Matteo's brief assurance that Sebastian was entirely fine - thanks largely to himself. It was Matteo's assurance of his own greatness that prompted a snort from Tetradore, his emerald eyes rolling yet again at his father's antics. He watched as Matteo wiped his now bloodfree hands off, only to wander towards the trash can to toss in his used paper towel. "I wouldn't --" Alex's voice was cut off by the Frenchman opening the lid, only for a foul stench to fill the air. Quickly Matteo closed it again, only to thrust the entire trashcan towards William with the declaration that he didn't want the Hunter in his unit if only for how he seemed to be handling this whole affair. "He's such a shit friend, I couldn't imagine how much worse of a soldier he'd be. He'd probably try to stab you too." The Alpha commented, certain that enough of his family had seen the edge of William's blade.

If I meet God, I'll make him explain
Where was his help when I wanted to change