Re: Outside the Homestead: Patrick G/Newt P
Patrick knew his bro was a recurring situation, man, and he knew Repose was probably not the best place for Adrian to be, but he also doubted his bro's ability to survive in places where odd things drew more attention, which led them back to this place in a most repetitive manner. Something being wrong was the norm now, but this was not so odd for Patrick at this point. He'd grown up with a megalomaniac asshole of a timelord for a dad, man, and the things he'd learned since then had only solidified the oddness of his life. So, dude, he was not surprised. Once upon a time, Patrick had been surprised all the time, but this was no longer the case.
This made it easy to focus on the dude upon his lap; the rest was background noise. His hands remained upon Newt's ass as the dude played with the cowl on the healer's robe, and Patrick merely ducked his head slightly, allowing Newt's hands to curl around behind nape and into war-lengthened blond. And he was most agreeable to Newt shifting and resettling with thighs on the other side of his own as the kiss broke. He grinned his crooked grin, something charming and smug in tandem. "I missed you so terribly," he echoed, deep voice attempting to mirror Newt's accent and failing in magnificent fashion.
One of his hands slid up along Newt's spine. Patrick, as per usual, was a slow dude. He did not do frenetic and fast, but it did not mean the dude was not building to a simmer. "Tell me what I have missed."