Fletcher had known Tiberius meant to go talk to his father at some point, but not when. The minute he'd seen that note, he knew...and the fact of the matter was, as angry as he was, he was terrified for Tiberius.
He wasn't going to show that side, though. He wasn't going to let any of them know it and he wasn't even going to feel it until his best friend was home and safe.
Fletcher had taught himself long ago that weakness wasn't allowed. He spent a good portion of his time pulling himself together to get to the calm state he was in now, which was really only calm on the surface. It only really needed the correct amount of prodding from the right person to break the spell.
When Felixa showed up in his room, he couldn't say he had been particularly expecting it at that moment. He was startled, but he reacted quickly enough, adjusting his clothing and fixing his hair and being absolutely certain that he had his wand in hand and a small dagger. Just in case. "Right."
They, mostly with the assistance of Felixa, they got to the Abaddon house in Tuscany, pushing their way inside the house. Part of him wanted to rush to find Tiberius, but he forced himself to stay put, wand drawn.