Seth immediately tucked away both guns and reached for the extra material that Richie had. He took the top layer and wrapped it around Kate's shoulders then took one for himself and left one for his brother to use, not fully trusting what was going on yet.

"We all try to look the same then we'll attract less attention in whatever the fuck this is," he muttered while handing Richie's gun and extra clip back to him. Seth couldn't help but affectionately smack his brother's face twice. Maybe the fangs were still there but they were in the sun. It meant something, even if a dream.

His gaze stuck on Kate right after, offering to take something out of her hands so she could keep the cloth around like a shawl the way the Gecko brothers were attempting to do. Seth held a smirk. "Pinch away, Princess. But who's to say you haven't done just that in a dream before?"

She hadn't pinched him but held his face in her hands. That wasn't the first or last dream he had of Kate. Seth was trying to be logical and probably failing. His eyes had lowered to what she had in hand but eventually picked up and met her eyes with something he worked to keep hidden since their time spent in Mexico.

Somewhere between losing Richie and himself, he needed her. If there was one thing he learned in the past month of being apart was that everyone he needed wound up dead. It was just like Kate Fuller to come back. Seth swallowed hard, biting down the urge to open a can of worms at the wrong time. This was definitely not the right time--even if he had sworn to apologize if given a second chance.

"C'mon. Let's get somewhere that we can regroup and figure this shit out."