"Can I help you?" Pollux asked, stiff with discomfort. If Cassiopeia saw she'd have a bloody heart attack and he'd never hear the end of it. Because of course Pollux recognized the man as he walked down the steps and onto the public walk. It was Marius. Pollux was coming up toward the house, having left early in the morning to attend to errands before coming home. He peered at Marius, keeping the dubious expression from his face and sinking back into the stern, cold demeanor every Black learned how to wear since they were basically 12.
Glancing toward the house, Pollux scanned to be sure Cassiopeia wasn't peering out of the windows or anything then crossed the distance to Marius. He wasn't a physically affectionate person--what Black was?--but he extended a hand anyway and took Marius by the arm to steer him forward and across the road to the other side before falling into place beside him. He hadn't seen his brother face to face since Marius' arrival, and if he were honest with himself he'd.. well he'd been avoiding it.
He didn't know what to say to him. Pollux sighed a breath and smoothed a hand down his clothes. He was dressed immaculately in a suit of black, looking more like a businessman on his way home to his wife and 2.5 kids than he was a teenager living with his sister. "What are you doing here, Marius?" he asked.