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Bringing Harley to the Clubhouse is maybe not the best idea of the century but he’s on dad-duty and he’s checking in on things as he does. Walking in, baby in one arm, Seth steps to one of the members putting out their cigarette before continuing any further. “Baby,” he reminds them before continuing further to the sitting area. Before he can get too far, he finds Ryder, thankful it’s him and not a prospect he has to talk to — or the guy who’s now grumbling behind him about the outed cigarette. Harley leans against her father’s shoulder, eyes focused on Ryder for the time being, though Seth’s sure that she’ll fall asleep soon. “You been to the hospital?” he asks. Considering Seth hadn’t been there long, he figured he just missed Ryder or maybe he was dealing with his own shit. “I just gotta say I don’t know how that shit got so fucked up,” he adds, rubbing his forehead with his freehand. What he doesn’t say is that Seth and Ryder certainly wouldn’t have gotten this whole thing that wrong. And rumors were already spreading.