Re: Newt's Case: Adrian M/Newt P/Patrick G
Newt didn't think to apologize to Adrian for startling him. He heard the other man curse under his breath, but he'd no attention to spare at the moment. Whatever Adrian thought, they weren't at Patrick's house. Well, he owned it, but Newt lived there with him, and not in the case. The bed Patrick was stretched out on, looking utterly pained on, was new as of that day, actually. He'd find it oddly squishy underneath him, almost jellied. Newt'd already been on it briefly, so he wasn't surprised at all when he sank, knee first, into the purple underneath the new sheets. He was conjuring up a compress, a piece of cloth soft and cool, and he was folding it with dextrous fingers, glancing up with golden gaze curious as Patrick apologized of all things. "Shut up, darling," Newt said warmly as he placed the compress on Patrick's forehead.
Of course, then Adrian was greeting him, and Patrick lolled his head, which meant Newt had to press the compress flat with a palm. He didn't interrupt the fraternal greetings. He picked up Patrick's hand in his own clammy grip, lifted it, and made him hold the compress. "Keep it there." He shifted, so he might actually sit properly, rather than on his knees, and he began mucking about with his various potions. Patrick's ears looked particularly irritated. Surely he had something... "Perhaps this is a good time to cultivate a forest of your own. I could do it for you, in a trunk. D'you think that'd help?" He asked this, obviously, of Patrick, glancing over. He looked then to Adrian, to find himself being watched, and his gaze shifted down and away immediately. "I found Adrian in a cave," he offered to take the uncomfortable weight of attention off of himself.