Any other time and place and this would have devolved into a fist fight of epic proportions. That said, it would have likely already gone that route before Seth could really go this far, but bringing that up? In front of Kate, of all people?

It has his entire body going rigid, like he's just taken a swift kick to the balls, his breath caught in his throat. His jaw clenches so hard that it's a miracle none of his molars crack under the pressure, and he can feel his fangs pressing down on his tongue as they threaten to drop in his simmering anger.

And then Kate's voice breaks through both of their red hazes, and he's turning to look at her with a strange, private expression on his face. She has no reason to give a damn whether he goes along with them, not really. So is it that she actually does or is there another reason she's so adamant about keeping all of them together?

This time, Richie doesn't argue. He knows when to let something go, even temporarily, and he's lost his desire to bicker. "Here." He hands over the gun and his extra clip, readjusting his makeshift clothes while they wait for Kate to find some shoes.