Okay. Fucking seriously. Noah watched, hardly able to stop himself from rushing forward and snapping Seth's hand off, as the other man reached for Macy and then stopped himself. What the fuck was his deal? Noah worked at a bar. He knew creeps. He knew how they moved. But this was new territory - this was fucking innovation he was seeing. With wide eyes, openly surprised, he listened to Seth incoherently spew what he could only surmise were meant to be endearing comments. About love. About loving Macy. About how she was amazing and not something to be marred. Like she was his favorite painting that Seth also wished he could fuck when he felt like it.
Macy looked understandably unsettled. She wanted an out. Noah was looking at her, a little dumbfounded. Then he set his eyes to Seth. "You're ridiculously pathetic!" He laughed derisively. "Are you fucking joking? You have to be kidding! You love her, you would never hurt her, but you force your affections on her when she doesn't want them? You - Jesus fucking Christ. Right. That makes a shit ton of sense, dumbfuck."
Now Noah was feeling protective. His body was rigid and he felt almost hysterical. This was honestly too much. This was not what he expected to find at this funeral. He didn't know what he had expected, but - God - this was not it. Macy wanted to go. Noah wanted to go. And he didn't want Seth to even think of following. "If you don't want to join your daddy over there, then get the fuck out of here and don't even think about saying one fucking word to her."