Re: Outside the Homestead: Patrick G/Newt P
Patrick was not a dude that rushed. Upon arriving, he had sat himself down to wait. Now, he was contented to sit here and acquire all the information before speaking to others. He was also contented to hold Newt upon him as he acquired this information. For some, he knew, this would indicate disinterest on his part; he was not disinterested. Time away from here had been good for him, and he had figured himself out somewhat on those battlefields. He was not the dude Con had always told him he was, and he knew this now. Also, he was not the dude Webster had always believed him to be. He wasn't even the bro Adrian thought him to be. Patrick was done being what other people wanted.
"The note did explain, but this is your world, man. These are your creatures and it's your magic. It would not be strange for you to wish to remain," he said without ire. In a way, this was his world too, but in a way it was most certainly not. "But I will not argue if you remain upon my lap to remind me of the things I have perhaps forgotten," he added with a wink. He was relaxed in a way that he had not been prior to his return to the world of his mother; it showed.
But, of course, there was Adrian; Patrick was more chill about this also. He took the phone and read through the conversation slowly, hand beneath Newt's sweater and his fingers petting along the dude's spine. He did not hurry it or go beyond his initial show of anger to react in any physical way. His hand upon Newt's back was calm, a caress, and he then handed the phone back. "He thinks you're still into Sue," he said plainly. "He's still pissed about your thing for Sue, man, and I expect that he expected you to deny your feelings and assuage his own, not to get angry on your own behalf for a most dickish sentiment. I am sorry." He would most certainly speak to Adrian about it.