The were had scarcely anticipated the fulfillment of that age old promise to go home with Matteo. After all these years, after all those daydreams and fruitless wishes and begging pleas, he was finally given the chance to return with the Frenchman to that mythical place that he had been so denied - and when he least required it. He had found some resemblance of freedom, his leash had grown, and the scars and wounds the vampiress inflicted upon him no longer left him scrambling to pick up the pieces of his fractured soul. Now those walls had grown high and hard, now his heart was more akin to ice than the young boy who had so childishly thought he might have some resemblance of normalcy. Now, Tetradore knew that fabled haven to be hardly more then a white building that would fail to offer him that hope. No, hope for the man had long since been snuffed out. He had resigned himself to his fate - to that death he had already made steps towards. That deal with Frost to oversee his pack had been finalized. That home he was purchasing Tobias and Raven was in the last stages of closure and, with a bit of pushing, he was certain Matteo too would mend that wounds with his son. There was no happy ending for Tetradore himself but they would go on well cared for in his absence. Of this, he was certain.

It was easy to resort to old habits, to simply face that suggestion with that gruff exterior he was near effortlessly capable of wielding. He knew the answer to that inquiry long before he asked it. Even despite the way the once teenager had both compared himself to Matteo real son and, in that same stroke, thrown the fact that Matteo was not his father in the elder fae's face, the Frenchman had always kept that distinct difference between the pair. No, he knew this had little to do with running away from those conversations Matteo wished to avoid and far more to do with those young years of Tetradore's capture in which he'd so frantically clutched at the Frenchman's shirt with those beseeching green eyes. It was that very knowledge of all that foolishness he had once believed in that caused those same striking eyes to turn away from the man with but a small grunt upon his lips in retort. He hardly wanted to open himself up to that crushing defeat at having a taste of that life with the man that had taken over the role of Father when his had been taken from him.

The near firm sound of his first name upon Matteo's lips hesitantly tugged at his attention, that near command within the depths of those syllables was impossible to ignore. His near indifferent gaze met those silver-blue eyes of his companion. The fae's blunt assurance that he was hardly requesting his presence as an excuse to merely push off those very conversations with Dorian was...welcomed, he supposed, and yet it was hardly what the were-King desired to hear. He hardly expected Matteo to know those words to sooth that prickly exterior when even Tetradore found himself of unsure what he truly desired. A place to belong, maybe? No, a place to feel wanted. Even the Ark hardly felt quite like that to the were-King. Though he had been young enough to be molded by the vile vampire whom had so kidnapped him, he had also been old enough to remember what that had felt like - a home to go back to, the warm welcoming arms of family to embrace him, to love and cherish him. God, he was getting sentimental. And stupid.

His head shook ever so slightly, though it was more to himself than an answer to that question Matteo so poised at him. Still, he could hardly argue that point. Matteo was right, it was entirely Risque that made him hesitate to accept that offer. She could discover his absence, he could fail to answer her call, and when either of those happened, it would be those he promised to protect that would suffer. Still, would leaving all of this.....all of them behind be so awful? He could run away from Risque in the same way he had told Vhalla to run away. Tobias had Raven to care for him and though the woman had insisted needing him, she so constantly thought the worst of him that he was sure she would get over him abandoning them - or she wouldn't and would merely continue to view him as the monster that she so often did. Alexis had survived well enough without their pack, and Henry's predicament was entirely his fault anyways...still...he had promised the boy to stay long enough to teach him control...he supposed. A soft sigh left his lips as his attention turned from those inner considerations to the man beside him as Matteo insisted that he would keep his eyes upon the future for Risque, those visions had served them both well thus far. He had no reason not to believe Matteo in this. "I know." Tetradore finally uttered.

Truly, he did. If Matteo promised he would ensure Risque remained oblivious to his absence, he had every faith in the fae that he would do just that - and yet still he hardly jumped at that chance to visit that homeland all the same. A soft sigh left his lips as Tetradore placed his own drink down upon that coffee table, the smoothness of that liquor suddenly failed to appeal to him. He listened to Matteo's insistent desire to show him that country he'd never before stepped foot in, much less those very appealing part of that 'vacation' that he may be able to take advantage of - like sleep. Tetradore reached up, his hand ran through those curly locks and yet, the boy had quite near shut down upon his companion in that moment, much to his own inattentiveness. That talkativeness he had held before had quite near given way to utter silence from the were-King. For some moments Tetradore regarded that choice with but more of that muteness. He could think of dozens of reasons why he shouldn't attend and yet, he knew each of those excuses could certainly be brushed away with some simple statement of fact until Matteo had moved his way through all of those thick layers to reveal the truth of his apprehension. It was almost not worth the effort, if only for the simple fact that Tetradore hardly wished to talk about it.

"Yeah, fine." He responded with a flippant shrug of his shoulders. "After the wedding or whatever.I think Raven and Tobias are going to it too." The topic of his presence within Chambord was easily brushed over, now that he had finally agreed to visiting the French estate. Rather, he was content to simply redirect Matteo's attention back to the talk of that wedding, even if Tetradore himself cared particularly little about it. It was better, he decided, to discuss Dorian then it was his own disappointment of that life Matteo couldn't have given him to begin with. He was being childish, he knew, and yet, Tetradore had matured enough to simply internalize his own dejection rather then afflict Matteo with it.