Re: [Hall Way: Patrick & Newt]
Patrick was in a most acceptable mood. This was not some effervescence or boisterous mood that would cause concern. He felt good, but he was still his quiet self, and he forgot to speak in the comfort of the cottage and (subsequently) the bedroom. It felt nice, man, and Patrick did not often realize that he lapsed into silence. He had not (for example) realized that he had been quiet since asking Newt to show him the bedroom. He watched his scarf and coat ambulate themselves across the room, his interest a most lazy thing, and then he went back to looking at the dude upon the bed with him, which he also did for an extended period of time (and in silence).
It was true that the cottage was small and crowded, but Patrick did not feel the enclosure in the way he did when he was in the house in the neighborhood. Perhaps it was the age or the magic in the air, but the trees did not seem nearly so far away here as they did when he was enclosed back in Repose. He was thinking this (idly) as he rubbed his palm against the small of Newt's back. The other dude was wearing layers, which meant there was no truth warmth beneath Patrick's palm, but (and still) the touch was a casual and thoughtless thing.
He looked down at the dude (at Newt's mouth against his own palm), and then he flopped onto his own back upon the mattress. He (Patrick) folded his arms beneath his head comfortably, though the position meant his legs were dangling off the bed at the knees. "I think it will do, my dude," he said, regarding the beams over his head, and then looking over at Newt. "Are you not warm?" he asked of Newt's layers. The question was asked most casually, without any seeming intention behind it.
Patrick turned his cheek (in order to better regard Newt). "How close are we to other houses?" he asked, and this question was also most casual, though there was something in the dude's smile that said he was not, perhaps, asking just to ask.