He didn't know what to say or do, he'd never been good at consoling, men or women for that matter; both were just awkward situations for him. So instead, his mouth quirked in a half sorry smile as he leaned forward with tightened shoulders.
As Cass said there was more, he couldn't imagine what; honestly, how much more could happen to one person at one time? He hated to say it as Cass started, that Miles had screwed up- he was a good friend, a great friend, but not always the most intelligent man of the bunch....
Only...
Montague's body immediately tensed- jaw, shoulders, and he felt bile rise up in his throat. He didn't move back, hardly moved at all, not wanting to visibly react, though it was most definitely showing in the way he'd moved. Taking a long hard breath, he leaned back, trying to force his shoulders to relax, not that it worked too well. "Did he?" He said thickly, almost rough in his throat.