aiden tetradore

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

Oh, how obvious that look of utter detest was upon Henry's features. That very advice so clearly failed to resonate with his Vector, though perhaps Tetradore shouldn't have been surprised. He'd never had the privilege to love someone as thoroughly and unabashedly as Henry had. Every soul he'd ever held some vague emotion for had been violently ripped from the Were-King's grasp, leaving the man left with little more than that very care from afar that he had suggested Henry attempt. How entirely different the two men were and how eager Henry seemed to point out that very fact time and time again. His vector's bluntness, however, hardly perturbed the Alpha in the slightest, a small glimpse of consideration crossed his features before his shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. "Yeah, probably." He offered, hardly arguing his point when he was so certain that, in this area, he was certainly lacking any experience to offer any sort of guidance that might help his vector.

He hardly anticipated, however, for the conversation to instead turn sharply to how absent he'd been. Henry had seemingly associated his neglect to their relationship to somehow...not caring for his vector, that declaration that he'd been busy faced with little more than a look of incredulity. There was a certain bitterness to Henry's tone, the man so clearly confronting his Alpha where no one else had been nearly so bold to do. A part of him was hardly ignorant that the pack had noticed his frequent absences but he hadn't considered before how much it mattered to them. He had thought bringing together the band of misfits might be enough to give them all what they were lacking - a family...a place to belong...all of it without requiring his constant presence or encouragement. Clearly he had been wrong. A soft sigh left his lips, the vibrant emerald of his gaze fluttered towards the puppy that had taken to chewing on a shoe he'd found. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'll...work on that." Tetradore responded, those words altogether rare to leave his lips.

Tetradore was almost grateful that chastising had come to an end as Henry resigned himself to his fate, his vector finally pulling on his jeans only to wrestle the flip flops away from Ace, even if the puppy had thought it a grand game. Soon enough, the pair of men were headed down the hallway, Henry's inquiry prompting a vague explanation from Tetradore of his intentions for the afternoon. That very idea of a car, however, prompted an audible groan from his vector, immediately drawing the emerald of his irises. A small frown fluttered across his features though he remained otherwise silent. Rather, it wasn't until Henry asked why he put so much of his focus on those vehicles that Tetradore's lips parted. Henry was hardly the first to ask why, though Tetradore found himself expanding upon his usual vagueness if only to explain why he was dragging Henry along with him when the man clearly had no interest in spending even a moment with his Alpha. "They give me a chance to feel free. Cars...they...demand your attention. When you're driving a hundred and sixty down the switchbacks in the mountains, you're not thinking about...Sterling or your breakup. You have to focus on the bend coming up and how your going to not kill yourself getting around it so fast. Sometimes...it's just nice to get out of your head for a bit...." He glanced over at Henry, his hand reaching out to dangle a pair of keys in front of the man. "Do you want to try or...just going to keep groaning at me?" He inquired, offering Henry that which he offered so few - the keys to his beloved Aventador.