_{❝Yeah ! Seth’s my name ! ❞
                                                   ❝Just Seth though.❞
❝It’d be kind of weird to go around saying ‘Seth Clearwater,’ instead of just Seth ! ❞
                                 ❝—Don’t wear it out, though  ————- ! ❞}                                       

         _{Seth had a nasty habit of speaking too soon, speaking too much, or harboring opinions that called for false implications. He didn’t mean to bother his family by speaking so much, he didn’t intend on being a nuisance to those he would consider friends when he opened his mouth to speak—unfortunately, it was somewhat inevitable—especially to people like Jacob, who preferred banter that bordered on the path of sardonicism, as opposed to friendly and intellectual conversation—not that Seth was an intellectual. Regardless to his amiable approach to most—if not all—social situations, he was rendered silent—inert—by the rather unwarranted comment. He blinked a few times, unsure of how to go about answering.}

_{Seth’s gaze faltered in response—and not because he was offended, but because he didn’t quite know what to say. When people apologized, he also made a habit of saying things like it was okay, or— “It’s alright.” But it wasn’t. He really missed his father—-and worst of all, it hurt him to think that the only man Leah ever felt safe and loved around, was gone. Leah and her father were always closer than Seth and his father.}

                                 _{But that didn’t mean he loved him any less.}

                                          _{❝———-…Harry, you mean.❞
                                                    ❝—……………..❞
                                                          ❝………..❞}

                                                            _{❝…❞
                                                       ❝Thanks.❞}