Re: Outside the Homestead: Patrick G/Newt P
Newt thought Patrick's determination would last. He, Patrick, often underestimated his own stubbornness, and his own ability to keep to what he thought was right. Newt'd seen how, when left to it, Patrick could flourish—and how well he fit in, amongst the others in Arborlon, and Newt had faith that the man could sustain that here, regardless of the tribulations Repose was guaranteed to throw at them.
Though, Newt'd rather moved on at this point, keen to let the topic of Adrian slide now, so he could snog Patrick and so on. But, the younger man put a stop to it, didn't he? Kindly, of course; softly. But, quite certainly. Newt sighed slightly, not so much impatience as a moment of disappointment. But, he ought to've known Patrick would feel the need to address what he'd said. Newt looked at the man he was sat upon, his fingers moving around Patrick's ears with an inch or so of berth, and he listened. He'd not interrupted at all, and he'd not planned on it, until Patrick sighed. Newt didn't often frown in the face of things unknown, and he didn't now. Curiosity was bright on his face as he tipped his head. "What is it?" Newt smiled and shook his head as Patrick smirked. "I haven't the faintest idea what you mean."