Seth had his moments. They were rare and few and far between. Something about this place was peeling him like a goddamned onion. When he controlled his world, when he surrounded himself with people who didn't care, people who he could predict down to the next thing they said. People who were as fake as the tits they bought and the clothes they wore.
Somehow, Seth was stuck in a mood that had him sharing. Sharing and Seth didn't go hand in hand. "Yeah." He grunted softly, taking off his sunglasses to rub his hand over his brow, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sorry to hear that. I don't have any of that." His tone was matter of fact. He wasn't sad. What was there to be sad about? "It's fine. I wouldn't have believed you anyway."
He looked over at her at the question and he smirked. "Yeah. I threw a plate. Nearly got into a fight. So I think it went pretty well."