aiden tetradore

But in spite of my trying, I feel like I'm dying

It was not unusual of late for Tetradore to merely be gone from the Ark without a word. Few knew where he disappeared off to and yet, that double life he led was nothing if not wholly exhausting. He had arrived back to the depths of his floating cargo ship only several hours prior, only to be informed at the rather deplorable state his Vector had fallen into. How quickly he was told of Henry's consumption of drugs, of the boy's retreat into his bedroom much like Tetradore himself had taken to of late, of just how...wrong things had seemed those few times Henry had shown himself. There was little doubt that something had happened to send the man in his downward spiral and yet, Tetradore had chosen to shower himself first before he even attempted to take on the despondency that Henry had cloaked himself with. The very last thing he anticipated to find in his bedroom, however, was a puppy. Mira had informed him that she'd been looking after the creature for the past few days, only to present him with some hastily written sticky note his other vector had left him. For several long moments, Ace and Tetradore had stared at each other in consideration before the Were-King offered the dog his hand - one that was sniffed before Ace turned up his nose and retreated to his chew toys.

It wasn't until after Tetradore had showered and changed clothes that he left his room in search of at least one of his vectors. His very absence, however, had prompted the ever-curious Ace to bound after him, whatever misgivings the dog had about him was one that he was clearly willing to put aside if only to not be alone in his room anymore. The Were-King paused in front of Henry's bedroom door, his fist lightly knocking upon the solid oak. He could hear the muffled voice on the other side, undoubtedly telling him to go away and yet, those words were not ones that Tetradore intended to heed. He opened the door with little concern, only to step into the quiet interior of Henry's room. His emerald eyes swept over the contents, noting the haphazardly packed boxes of things and clothes strewn out on the floor. Ace, however, seemed positively thrilled with the new room of scents for him to investigate, scents that Tetradore was certain were not all that pleasant. A small frown crossed his features as he glanced towards the bed, only to be presented with the hidden form of his vector, deep beneath those bedsheets. For a moment, the Alpha simply stared at that lump - how well he knew those feelings of hopelessness that afflicted Henry. How many times had he been within that exact same place, even recently? Was this what Matteo felt like every time his father pulled him out of the depths of his own depression?

A soft breath left Tetradore's lips as he moved further into the depths of the room and towards the adjoining bathroom. He reached for the facet, turning it on only to stick his hand under the running water. A bit of adjustment was required before it was at a temperature that Tetradore deemed comfortable. A small flick was all that was necessary to send the water sputtering out of the showerhead. He moved back into the bedroom, only to spy Ace with his head deep in some box of the boy's things. "Ace." The singular word was enough to call the dog to glance up almost guiltily, his tongue lolling with a wag of his tail. Tetradore sighed, his head shaking ever so slightly as he moved towards the lump that was Henry beneath the blankets of the bed - the boy clearly hoping that ignoring the Were-King would result in his departure. As if he Tetradore didn't know that trick. He reached for the comforter, his fingers lightly touching Henry's arm and yet, he hardly made a move to pull the blankets off the boy. Quite the opposite, it was his power for teleportation that he called to in those moments, letting those shadows envelope both himself and Henry before he teleported them both in the depths of Henry's bathroom. His placement was chosen with meticulous care - Henry landing with the comforter and all into the depths of his bathtub, that warm water all but soaking both blanket and boy in mere moments as Tetradore landed just outside of the open tub door. "Oh dear, it looks like your blankets have gotten all wet...guess you can't lay in them." He commented, the sheer sarcasm within the depths of his baritone voice all but undeniably audible. Well - Henry smelled, he needed the bath.