There’s not a lot of people that Seth trusts but all of them are his brothers in some way (plus Emmeline but she didn’t count for the moment in her state), Damian included. However, the first and only one he called in the panic was Andy Thane— admittedly, only because A was at the top of his contacts list but him being Vice President didn’t hurt either. Seth knew he’s one of the best ones out there to help, alongside the requested men that trickled in from their respective homes, he guessed. Thankfully, no one questioned why they were helping Emme, considering she wasn’t an Old Lady or really even an affiliate of the Club but if anyone questioned it, Seth would be happy to fucking answer why.
Even if he wasn’t the best at showing it, Seth was thankful to see Andy Thane roll up, Finn shortly behind him and Jer arriving— all within a short amount of time. Enough time for Seth to shoot Noah, go back inside to talk to Ryder and eventually move to smooth Emme’s hair till she heard them roll up to the apartment. Seth stood between the two apartments waiting for Andy to approach before bringing him into Emme’s apartment, blood spatters everywhere as they enter, closing the door behind them. “Fucker was in here when I dropped her off, I guess,” Seth shrugs at the dead body on the floor. Looking over at Andy, eyebrows perked up at him. “She shot him, I finished him,” he explains. Seth looks over his shoulder toward Ryder’s apartment, his mind still present with Andy but the rest of him was like a magnet to go back to Emme, to comfort her. “She ain’t cut out for all this though. Figured it’d be better if we handle it,” He knows that Andy can relate to the protectiveness that Seth has fired up inside of him, considering Andy would have everyone over in a heartbeat to help Rowan. Seth would certainly be first in line to assist where he could.