Re: adrian's room: adrian m/newt p
[Newt's intention was not to react to Adrian as if he weren't capable of handling rejection or denial. He'd not donned kid gloves. His intention, solely, was to be kind, was to not cause anymore hurt than would come from a lack of immediate reciprocation. He knew the man in front of him was far from spun glass, in spite of his softness.—But, it wouldn't be the last time Newt's tendency toward kindness rather came to work against him, and it was far from the first. He'd not wanted Adrian to regret his words. He wanted his friend to be proud of them, to know they were heard, but, that would be asking for too much, and, without anything in return, it was something few, if any, could give.
The redheaded man didn't feel the moment was a mistake or unfair, but, his view hardly mattered just then. He shook his head in a spray of fringe, Adrian's lips moving against rough fingers.] I know, [he said of not having to say the words back. And he did know.] But, I do want to. [He shifted, pulling Adrian with him, if he was able, so that they were lying against one another on the bed, heads on the pillow, Adrian's back to Newt's front. The memories seemed to've tapered, for now. Perhaps they could manage a moment's peace.]