Re: Outside the Homestead: Patrick G/Newt P
Time with Patrick, in Newt's estimation, was consistently exceptional. He enjoyed the other man's company; that'd never changed, had it? And the past weeks without it had been, well, lonely, of course, but more than that. Not empty, precisely, but it was something like that. When they were both in Arborlon, whether Patrick was with him or elsewhere, Newt knew the man was there. Here, he hadn't that comfort. So, to have the man before him now, as thoughtful and serious as ever, was a boon to Newt and his heart both.
He smiled down at the man, letting himself be looked over as lazily or thoroughly as desired. He was taking in Patrick's hair—a bit longer now. His gaze was grazing over the man's face, at the white robes that stood so stark against tan skin. When bony fingers were offered, it was with the knowledge, of course, that Patrick often had other plans, and Newt was only too willing, really, to let himself be taken into Patrick's lap with a bit of a tumble. He looped his arms habitually about the man's neck, and he certainly wasted no time in offering a kiss in a delayed greeting. Even if he did pause a moment for a well-deserved, "Git."