I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

The Were-King listened with slack features as Henry spewed those fears and self doubts that seemingly plagued him - ones that eclipsed all reason and made his very life his own version of some tormenting hell that Henry continued to persist in for some sake of remaining with the pack. It was a cute notion really, if it was in any way necessary. He hardly made any effort to reassure his Vector, however. After all, why should he? Every attempt Tetradore had ever made was met with nothing but criticism and cursing from the man in front of him. Every time he went out of his way to include the Were was met with hostility. Henry had made it abundantly clear that he had no interest in the Alpha's attempts, just as he made it strikingly apparent that Tetradore would continue to fail to meet whatever his expectations were. He had tried to be there for his vector during the man's relationship difficulties. He had tried to assist in getting Henry's boyfriend comfortable with his vector's inner feline in a way that ensured everyone's safety. He had even tried to cheer the man up when he chose to hole himself up in his bedroom when he'd dragged him out of the Ark and into the world and not once was he met with even the remotest glimpses of appreciation or vague acknowledgement of his efforts. Why then, should he try any further?

His cheek leaned against his hand as he stared at the Were across from him, only for his shoulder to rise with a brief shrug. "That may be true, but you never seemed to mind the Ark until your relationship with him was over." He pointed out. That very fact was irrefutable. It was hardly an opinion or the Were 'failing to understand'. Henry had never been like this before. Not until now. He had entered the Ark freely even after the 'accident'. Though the Were-King doubted Henry would pause for even a moment to consider why that change had occurred. No, he'd continue to hide behind his excuses and his continual determination to blame the Alpha for any nonsense he could make up. If the Ark was the greatest point of contention, it was a problem easily solved, at least in Tetradore's view. His very suggestion that Henry could simply...live elsewhere seemed equally as poorly received as any other word he uttered. His brow rose silently as he watched the fellow across from him, Henry sighing as he nursed his drink.

The Alpha hardly moved as his Vector tossed his alcohol bottle in the trash, the sound of breaking glass hardly garnering a reaction from the man as he listened to Henry's newest excuse. His head shook ever so slightly as his gaze turned down towards his glass. "Henry, anyone in this Ark would happily leave to do things with you outside of these walls if you asked. Just as there are people here who have lived elsewhere or still do and they are still a part of the pack and family just as much as those who stay here are. The problem is you expect everyone to do things for you rather than asking people for what you need and then you just get pissy when no one meets your expectations that you never voice." It was...strikingly unusual for the Alpha to make some effort to wade through those emotions of the pack at large for someone else's benefit. How he would have liked to simply tell his Vector to fuck off for as long as he was going to be a selfish fucking prick. However, it was clear the Were needed a wake up call, just as it was clear to him that the pack at large was more taken to avoiding the fellow then put up with his particularly sour attitude. Dealing with this was Tetradore's responsibility - not that Henry would ever realize that.

It was for that very reason that Tetradore chose to jump to the point of the matter, simply encouraging his Vector to reduce his tendency to be a 'dick' if he wanted to keep the limited family he currently had. Henry's insistence that Tetradore needed to be more understanding, however, brought a low chuckle to the Alpha's lips. He placed his cup down, the man rising to his feet as those emerald irises met Henry's gaze head on. "Grace? You want grace for being a jerk? Did you know Alexis was forced to kill her own father because he beat her that badly? Or that Raven's family kept her in a cage? Did you know Mira's father sold her off to turn her into a Were to pay for his gambling debts? Harley was kidnapped by a vampire for four years and Tobias lost his fucking mind when he was a child. Do you have any fucking idea what a child has to go through to be that broken, Henry? And clue? We know horrors far worse than yours without resorting to your behavior. You hurt your boyfriend and he walked out just fine and still loved you afterwards. We have offered you nothing but acceptance, a home, and a family. So maybe you need to start recognizing what you do have instead of making up shit about how we need to offer you some god damned 'grace'." He pushed back his chair, the Alpha having little desire to remain when this conversation was so blatantly pointless. Henry desired nothing but to be babied for his 'trauma'. Suffering which hardly held a candle to what the Were-King himself continued to endure, Tetradore's own ability to provide that 'comfort' the man clearly desired from him was equally as limited for the exact same reason. PTSD? If that had given Henry PTSD, then Tetradore's life would have driven the man to suicide. "And stop drinking all my liquor." He called out over his shoulder as he strode towards the stairs. With Henry's unwillingness to change, to even acknowledge his own actions, that relationship between the two would remain rocky at best. After all, who wanted to befriend someone who had nothing but sullen criticism to offer?

The King of the Damned