Re: Newt's Case: Adrian M/Newt P/Patrick G
Patrick ceased his laughter immediately, though he knew the warning to do so was not serious. Instead, he smirked that Gunster smirk, charming somehow while being impossible. But the ministrations were (ultimately) met with lightly slapping hands. Newt stood and was being most parental, and Patrick did flop back as instructed, but this did not keep him from speaking. "Dude, I am fine. Adrian is right. He, too, is fine. Chill. Sit. You look like shit too, man. Sit."
It had been a most terrible week, and they all really needed to just sleep it off, man. "We should all rest. All right? Adrian, you look like shit too. Magic up a cot or something." He was feeling crappy enough not to consider whether or not his was a terrible plan. All he knew was that they all needed rest, and there was no reason not to just close their eyes and do this.
His own eyes were closed now; he could not remember when that had occurred. Whatever, man, he was most comfortable. "Sleep," was his last urging.