When Ficus had told him that ‘a relation’ was waiting in the drawing room he immediately knew just who it was; even if he hadn’t felt his cousin at the grounds, it was not a far stretch- he wasn’t expecting his brother or anyone else for that matter. Montague had then gone to Marlowe’s room, who was still rather weak, and asked him if he wouldn’t mind coming and seeing something with him. He got a small head nod and after a few slow attempts to get out of the bed, Montague had helped Marlowe, picking him up, smiling slightly when the boy’s head rested against his shoulder.
Walking into the drawing room, he smiled widely seeing Cassius, holding his hand out while moving Marlowe slightly in his grasp. “Coz, how are you?” He asked, looking around slightly to see where the kitten was.