Re: adrian's room: adrian m/newt p
It does, [agreed Newt, freckles gathered on his nose and pulled taut on his cheeks as he smiled.—He nodded in a flop of red fringe as Adrian spoke on his views of what they ought tell others about what they'd seen.] Case by case, depending on memory and the person whose it is and who's seen it. [It was a lot of variables, but this was a complicated situation, to say the least.
His own situation the grew more complicated, and he felt himself flush entirely after the scene of a rather riotous ridding of virginity. He felt then, more than he had before, somewhat guilty, to then be perched next to Adrian, holding him. Newt closed his eyes after promising he was all right. He smiled, only just, at the man's comment, without opening his eyes. He'd decided to sit still until his erection had faded somewhat, but, he forgot all about it the moment Adrian returned to the present appearing as if he'd seen a ghost. Worse than. (Ghosts weren't all that bad, after all.)] What is it? [The other man sat up, as if to answer—then he seemed to be hit again. Newt's expression was all worry and an earnest shift of gold eyes on the dark shadows of his friend's face.
He wasn't expecting the soothing touch. He was meant to be comforting Adrian, not the other way around. He certainly hadn't expected to be stared at, searchingly. He blinked, his gaze slipping sideways immediately, and moving randomly from there. By now he'd an inkling that perhaps something of his own had been witnessed. He lifted the hem of his pajama shirt, old, faded fabric, to try to dot at the other man's eyes where tears had sprung.] It's all right, darling. Whatever it was, it's all right. [He felt his friend's anger, like molten iron, and he watched him swallow it. He touched the man's bottom lip, his chin. He leaned himself toward Adrian as they kissed foreheads. His hands settled in dark hair, brushing at it, tucking it behind ears, fidgeting.
Somehow, he was again thrown off. He hadn't expected to be talking of his father, and that showed, perhaps, on freckled visage, torn between confusion and concern. Newt closed his eyes.] It's all right, [he repeated. His nose was brushing Adrian's. He felt his breath. He rather wanted to kiss him, and he realized he still wasn't quite used to having many sexual impulses at all, yet here they were.] You didn't do anything wrong by not asking. By the time I was at school, with you, I spent so much time there, doing loads of interesting things, he wasn't as important. And I'm all right now, hm? [He smiled a thin, earnest crescent, though he'd yet to open his eyes.]