For as long as he had known Alexander those glimpses of affection and gentle touches still managed to surprise him, on occasion. Those very worries that gnawed with such unrelenting force at his own thoughts were momentarily scattered by that singular touch of his Father's hand upon his own shoulder. That gentle, reassuring squeeze managing to prompt that lift of his own lips into a small simper. Ah, but he was near 2000 years old and he still needed his companion! So many years and even he had not outgrown that need for some sort of reassurance, on occasion. Aiden, after all, was and always would be, something of a delicate subject. The sheer plethora of emotion so connected to the plight of his younger son was, at times, almost overwhelming. Matteo assured it had driven him to drink more then once. How desperately he desired a better life for Aiden. That future determined to show him that it was indeed possible and yet those steps to be followed to achieve it were sharply specific. Steps that would not allow his or Alexanders direct interference with the vampire woman herself if Aiden was, ultimately, to be successful. Fate, Matteo was inclined to believe, was something of a sadist at times. His own relationship with that entity entirely prone to waver. He had seen multiple outcomes of his presenting that gift to Aiden today. Matteo simply hoping, almost fiercely so, that the sight of the car might, somehow, prompt that joy within Aiden once more and seek to push him back from the brink of that veritable ledge the Frenchman knew he stood upon and wavered so precariously. As if Risque and Matteo himself were in a constant war over just which side Aiden would fall too. Risque's latest metaphorical push having done far, far more damage than had occurred in years and yet the near ancient Fae so staunchly refused to give up on his son.

Dorian's declaration that the card was, at last, completed, so prompted the Frenchman to add his name to it before passing it to Alexander to sign in turn. Matteo proceeded then to assure everyone had their assigned items to carry before leading the way out of that warehouse and onto the docks outside. The heavy warehouse door was drawn closed to conceal the Bugatti from immediate view before the small congregation merely settled in to wait Aiden's arrival. Matteo's very query on just what Dorian had told Aiden in order to lure him from the depths of his bedroom- a place Aiden seemed determined, of late, to live permanently within, readily drew that soft sigh from the Frenchman. In the very least, he supposed, Dorian had managed to coax Aiden out. That in itself something of a miracle. His near ...gentle efforts to warn the group that Aiden might not react to that gift as they anticipated seemed to coax a look of uncertainty from Dorian in particular. Ah, but how very much he knew Dorian so desperately desired that return of his brother! His elder son having taken Aiden's mood of late far more to heart then he ever truly showed. Sebastian, he knew, had tried to quell Dorian's worries. Matteo so attempting to at least prepare him for a possible...lack of emotion on Aiden's part all the same. Dorian still not truly understanding of Aiden's distinctly guarded emotions.

Aiden himself rounded that very corner but moments later, that surprise at seeing his entire family gathered seeming to shock him enough to see him pause for several moments before that look shifted to one of outright concerned and something near wary. Suspicious little wretch he was. Although, Matteo was inclined to admit, such suspicion was hardly unfounded on this occasion. It hardly took long for the WerePanther to reach that group, Aiden gesturing behind him to that hulking form of the Ark within the distance before demanding to know, with a degree of cussing, how all four of them had, somehow, managed to get 'lost' within the docks when that ship was clearly visible. Dorian's ruse, it seemed, rather quickly unraveling and yet it hardly mattered. Coaxing Aiden to that location was all that had been required. Aiden seemed to spot that wrapped box in Sebastian's hands in near the same moment. His look of disdain clear enough and yet Matteo could hardly help the simper that found is own features. Near every year it was the same. Aiden treating his birthday with limited delight. Matteo, every year, forcing him to enjoy it.

"Ah, Mon Fils, I have not forgotten this day for the twenty two years I have known you, I would not forget it this year either. Nor would your family. We have come to give you your presents and take you for dinner. I have made something I think you will like."

Dorian shifted beside him then. His elder son seeming to waver on whether or not Aiden might desire that card at all before Matteo so merely gestured for him to go ahead. Whatever apprehension Dorian felt over giving that card was readily brushed to the wayside as the Fae King stepped forward to present it to his sibling. Dorian nothing short of proud of his work as he handed it to Aiden with a bright grin. Matteo, in turn, so summoning Sebastian forward with that wrapped whiskey. Those car keys in his own hand remained firmly enclosed and hidden from sight, just as Alexander kept those ownership papers concealed for now as Aiden began to unwrap that first gift.

"Your gift this year is from all of us. I managed to find it, Dorian and Sebastian travelled to Europe to acquire it, Alexander organised its transportation here. We, each of us, contributed something to it for you."

That look of blatant confusion on his sons features at the sight of that top shelf whiskey was all-too clear. Matteo content enough to mislead the boy into believing his family had travelled to Europe itself for that whiskey when, luxuriant though it was, it could surely have been purchased online or from those high end liquor stores in the city. The Frenchman so allowed that baffled look to exist upon Aiden's features for several more moments before so at last extending his own hand, those keys nestled within, toward the other man. Matteo waited for Aiden to hold out his own before pressing those car keys gently within, a warm simper finding his features then as the silver of his gaze met that emerald green of Aiden's own.

"Happy Birthday, Aidun. We hope you will like it."

A singular nod was offered toward that door then for either Sebastian or Alexander to slide open to reveal the gleaming black car that rested within the center of that wide open space. The single, dim light that had been left on and rested directly above that very vehicle only further added to its look, casting a faint glow over that incredible machine and adding to that very 'blackness' that seemed to personify the car. That black bow in turn, Matteo was sure, adding a little something to the gift as well. The Frenchman's gaze however, returned quickly to his younger son to see just how Aiden might take that very gift.

c'est dur d'être un dieu.