Re: Newt's Case: Adrian M/Newt P/Patrick G
Patrick declared himself hot after being told by Adrian that he looked, indeed, as fresh as a fucking daisy, and Newt was rather bemused as Patrick relented and held the compress as he ought've been. Again, he didn't interrupt the back-and-forth, not even when the famed Gunster wink seemed the fail the youngest Gunster. He was shifting about, trying to get comfortable, without making either Patrick or Adrian uncomfortable, when Paatrick told him to sit still. "I'll make the compress hot," was his dry threat. He knew Patrick must feel badly about his behavior on the forums. It hadn't been entirely his fault, of course, but, well, one couldn't help but wonder then if he actually held the views. Newt suspected he did. It called into question their own phone call, as well. Had Patrick simply been speaking any words that came to mind, or had he been coherent? Newt picked at one raked up sleeve. His skin was sweating beneath it, but he still felt feverishly cold.
"We'll talk about how to do it later. I know it doesn't help the poor forest out there, but, perhaps it'll help you be able to function." Newt smiled slightly. "I'm glad Mary's safe. And I'm glad the spell helped." Patrick lifted his hand and Newt sighed. "Give me that." He was gentle, but he didn't let Patrick pull the injured hand away. Another compress made itself known, hanging itself on Newt's shoulder, as he inspected the magical wounds seared into Patrick's palm. "We can at least keep it cool. Your ears, as well." He made no move to prod singed lobes, however. He was still holding Patrick's hand, and he was when he looked at Adrian to find the other man looking at him.
He was glad when the other men started talking about the Obscurus. "I did make him a trunk. But, the sudden nature of this last—er, event—likely made it relatively useless." Or that's what he thought, in any case. He glanced over to Adrian.