Re: [Hall Way: Patrick & Newt]
Patrick was on his most best behavior, man, and this (apparently) came with a certain level of prattiness, though he suspected he was much more chill than most prattish people; this was just a working theory. But the dude felt good, even with the little tree attempting to actively poke his eye out as he leaned against the building and watched Newt shift and calm. He knew that Newt was not good with people. Had it been anyone other than Newt, Patrick would have stood back and watched them basking in the limelight, but he suspected even this limelight was most uncomfortable to Newt, which had led them to this most romantic of alleyways.
Newt smiled into his collar while being most stubborn, and Patrick felt a flare of pleasure at being able to make the dude laugh after that encounter with the crowd of people. He was smug about this also, though his grin did soften to something most deliberately grateful when Newt said he could have a book for free. This grin did not slip when Newt said the book had been earned, because the dude knew precisely the effect Newt was attempting to achieve, and he would not give it. Months prior, he would have blushed and found this type of teasing to be too much, but this was not the case now. Now, he merely met Newt's suggestive wrinkling of nose with an earnestly innocent expression, man; two could play at this game.
Patrick glanced to his tree at the mention of Pickett's certain approval; he liked the little dude. Therefore, he did not speak against it, and he merely took Newt's hand when it came for his. He was accustomed to this manner of travel now, and it took him only a moment to orient himself in the center of the room. He placed the tree on the nearby table, and then he looked around.
The place was as he expected it to be. There was something old about the magical community that Patrick did not find unpleasant. The dude was raised with all types of technology, and no one could be more into games and tech items than Con, man, but Patrick (especially once he had left home and the influences there) had strayed most far from any of those items. He did not watch television, and he played no video games. His internet usage was limited to Googling and talking to people; he did not require much by the way of modern things. As such, his slow progress around the ground floor of the cottage only displayed curiosity on golden features; there was no disapproval there.
Finally, eventually, he turned to look at Newt. "I think I must see the bedroom to decide," he said, following this statement with a well-timed wink.