Roger had spent most of the night extremely worried about Marcus. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but the clearly drunk reply to Roger's journal message had filled him with a rather stupefying amount of dread. He knew - perhaps instinctively - that he needed to see Marcus, but had been forced to sit through a dinner with his mother, aunt, and cousins before he could finally get away.
He was met near the doorway by Bryony, who looked tired and almost assertive. "Hi, it's me yes." He lifted his eyebrows questioningly at her. "Okay, well does he need anything? I mean I know his mum died, but we've never really talked about her, though I get the distinct impression that things weren't great? What can I do?"