Re: [Arborlon: Misha/Newt]
Misha drank his tea, and Newt drank his. When the boy finally spoke, giving more information about the situation with Adrian and Sue, Newt kept himself from sighing. It wasn't surprising, after all. Anytime there might be a crack to slip through, Adrian did. Another time, Newt might feel a tad responsible, but today he didn't. He only wondered if the poor before him might feel the same way. "I see," Newt said as he handed the notebook over, and he did take that snatch of silence to mull over the implications of everything that'd been said.
"Does he want Patrick to get him out?" It was something Adrian would ask of his brother and it was something Patrick might feel compelled to do, regardless of the consequences, of which there'd be plenty. Newt was quite glad, then, that Patrick wasn't home. After a pause, he said as much as asked: "Sue's back, is he?" Newt turned toward his case and, with brief of a switch, he opened it to his clothing. He looked at his bowtie, his trousers. Now he sighed. Then, he looked over at Misha. "It might be for the best." Adrian being locked up. It felt cruel to say, but it was true. Newt wasn't often a proponent of cages, but, if Adrian continued to be a danger, if he was somehow unfixable, then, well, it was for the good of everyone that he was kept away, wasn't it?