Re: [Arborlon: Misha/Newt]
Misha, he just watched Newt put the notebook aside. He was real close to making it so Newt could find the thing whenever he yenned for it, but he reminded himself that he was done helping, and he didn't do what he was thinking as his gaze flickered pale over the notebook and back to Newt's face again. "I always just call 'em threads, what I can feel. I can't just go back or forward without a lifeline to follow, and it was Patrick's that led me here, and here is real far down the line." He wasn't sure if that made sense any, but it was how he felt it.
"If you want me to take you, I can. And you can just let me know when you're ready to come on back here. If need be, I can put you right in this moment, so no one worries after you." He was showing his hand a whole lot, was Misha, but he'd gone this far, and he reckoned he might as well see it through. And he did feel responsible some for Adrian and his troubles. "I tried to help, and it wasn't the right way. I need to stop jumping in blind. It don't never help no one in the end," he explained. "I know it's what he does. It feels like I don't know him near as good as you, but I been in his head. I reckon I know some."