Seth tried not to stare longingly at her as she went to leave, but he couldn't help it. He wished that she'd tell Noah no and say that since she drove with Seth she should go with him, and that he needed her and Noah should stop being such a baby about someone else touching his toy or whatever.
He stuck his hands in his pocket and was about to turn to leave when he heard Noah say another insult. Seth was about to respond when he was met with a fist to the face. Totally stunned by it he fell backwards then cautiously brought a hand up to his nose and saw the blood.
"What the fuck Noah?" Seth so wanted to stand up and hit him back, take that bastard down. But he just stared at him, wishing he could just turn him into a vegetable, he could but he still required skin to skin contact in order to erase memories. Maybe someday. One thing was for sure, the minute he could Noah would be being fed by tubes. He broke the eye contact and put a hand to his nose again. Seth was almost sure it was broken, that was just what he needed. He took to just whispering to himself, he didn't want to see Noah's smug look and Macy going off with him. "Ow, fuck," a few drops of blood fell on his shirt, "aw shit," the shirt was dry clean only, "damn it."