"I like consolation prizes," He says with a smirk.

His eyes open when Kate's mouth leaves his throat, and he turns his head to pout and complain. What he sees when he looks at Kate and Beckett makes his eyes widen and mouth fall open.

Somewhere in his wine fogged brain he knows it could be just the angle, or maybe wishful, drinken hallucinations, but it looks to him like Kate is kissing Beckett.

It leaves him speechless; not knowing what to say, and not wanting to break the moment, true or not.