Re: Outside the Homestead: Patrick G/Newt P
Patrick was much too caught up in his thoughts to hear Newt approaching, but this was not out of a lack of desire to see the dude. He massively wanted to see Newt, man. The time together, away from this town's insanity, had been rife in its own way. He was away at battle for the majority of the time, coming home only when the fighting lulled, and those times were somewhat frenetic. It was the norm during battle; people grasped at every available moment, man, regardless of race, when death could come with the rising sun. And the elves of Arborlon liked Newt; the elves appreciated magic, and were most willing to forgive Newt's humanity as a result. This was all a rather long way of saying they had not been in each other's pockets, but that the time spent together had been most exceptional.
But two months was a long time, man, and so Patrick had returned. And not hearing Newt approach was not for lack of wanting to see the dude (who he noticed over his shoulder a moment later). He turned his head and grinned and most slow unhurried grin, and he looked at Newt's proffered hand. He did not immediately move, as he gave himself a moment longer to drag his blue gaze over the soft and very human sweater Newt wore; it suited the dude, Patrick decided, and then he straightened out his legs and took that freckled hand and tugged Newt until (hopefully) the dude toppled into his lap.