Re: Friday night @ The Diner
Rather unlike Patrick, Newt would turn down a meal that came with the excuse to be social. He'd do it, in most cases, without thinking. But, he didn't do it this time. He could've, of course. But, Patrick'd invited him along, and even if he didn't stay long, he thought it was only polite to come by for a moment. Dressed from the show, which he'd seen each night, he popped into the diner after most'd already gathered. The last thing Newt wanted to do was have to work his way through a crowd.—He spotted Patrick from the doorway. The other man was sat at a full table, drink in hand, and Newt approached with his head down and his hands in the pockets of his coat. Without looking up and without making any manner of eye contact or anything else with anyone, Newt greeted Patrick as a friend. "Hello, Patrick," he said in a near-whisper, his gaze uncertain and shifting quickly on the floor. He'd no idea where he should sit, so he loitered instead, with half a glance given to the man drinking from a demitasse.