Re: Outside the Homestead: Patrick G/Newt P
Newt'd only scratched the surface of the intricacies of tensions, interactions, and so on in Patrick's future. Admittedly, he'd learnt what he could, but he'd spent much of his time cataloging the various creatures he'd come across, some traceable mutations, others unlike anything he knew. But, while Newt'd been an excellent student in the topics he cared for, he'd left his other studies lagging. This was a bit like that. Which wasn't to say it wasn't important. It was. To Patrick, it was. But..., well, like Patrick said, there'd be time.
Just like there'd be time for so-named pleasurable things. Eventually. Newt wrinkled his nose at his curiosity being denied, which, interestingly or not, was a much more visible response than when he was turned down otherwise. (Which, however, in no way belied intensity. It didn't.) "I know you're right, of course," Newt relented about Adrian. "I do feel guilty on occasion, however." Not terribly often, but occasionally all the same. "He certainly enjoyed implying my lack of ethical qualms with sleeping with Sue, or, as he's finally said, him in a dissociative state, a fact pointed out, I think, only because it was convenient to throwing it in my face. In the past he's done the same of our getting together. One, as if it was done on a whim, neglecting to take into account how it would make him feel. Or, at times, as if it was purposefully to hurt him. I don't know which is worse, really." Newt shook his head. "He's only reminded me I've not made it easy for him. I know there's nothing I ought to've done, and that we've all made our choices. But, I won't say he didn't manage to get his claws in once or twice."
As for the denied topic? "We've a timeline, have we?" Letting whatever he felt about the business with Adrian slide away easily, Newt was only too pleased to help Patrick with the pullover. He tugged it up, over his head, but kept his arms in it. With a slight flick of his fingers, as you might do to get water off of fingertips, Newt had Patrick's fly—in whatever form it was in, in the Arborlon garb—undo itself. "We might multitask."