Of course, there was never a question of whether or not Kassander was going to come out here to see Drake while Ezio was in the hospital. To do anything else, for him, would be rather strange, even if theoretically, Kassander supposed, it was somewhat moot. Ezio was in process of turning, though it was a question, still, whether it would properly turn him, or simply kill him. Either one was a potential outcome. Even Kassander didn't have the answer to that. It was up to Ezio and how strong his will to live was.
Kassander wasn't much of a flashy person, anymore. His hair was slicked back, his nose ring gold only because it stood out less on his skin, and one would likely call his attire, as always, business casual, without the casual. Kassander already knew where he was going, so he strode into the hospital, up the stairs, around the hallway, and neatly folded himself down next to Drake. He didn't say anything, though. It was difficult to miss his presence, and maybe the other blond would much rather pretend Kassander wasn't there. It was possible.
Funny. Looking like you knew where you were going and what you were doing, it still worked as a deterrence.
[blah sorry, kinda short lol]