Re: quicklog: adrian/newt - the lake
[Newt didn't need to be made comfortable by Adrian. He didn't need accommodations. He didn't feel nearly as uneasy about his limitations, if he felt uneasy at all, especially around this man. He felt understood enough that he wouldn't've minded if Adrian was staring directly into his face. It didn't come with the expectation it did with others, who knew him less well (or not at all). That said, it was kind of him to think on Newt and his eccentricities. The redhead enjoyed the unimpeded view of the lake, the smell of redolent wet, marshy grass, and the drawing of night. It was cool enough that he tugged down his cuffs to bony wrists. Or, he did one. The other he left, as he didn't wish to give up his hold on Adrian's hand to set it right.
He wasn't unaware that his statement of needing to talk would cause a bit of undue panic. It was why he tried to quickly then move into the talking itself, so Adrian couldn't dwell in the soup of anxiety.—He did his best to clarify and explain, but, he did expect his friend to not quite accept what he was saying immediately. It'd be odd if he did. Newt sniffled a little, lifting a cuff to his nose, as he waited for Adrian to speak. He followed the other man's much darker gaze out to the lake, but, rather than watch peaks and valleys of water, Newt watched the other's profile. When Adrian turned back to him, his own gaze dropped. It was the piercing bit of focus that did it, and, for once, Newt did feel uncomfortable.
He blinked and peered out to the green water.] Yes. They do. But, that's not what's happening. If you'd like, I can show you our conversations. You've both quite distinct personalities. He's nothing like you, nor you him, save for, obviously, how you look. [The older man sighed quietly.] He goes out nights, gets himself into trouble. [A sideways glance that didn't stick.] I met up with him. Erm. [His fingers twitched in Adrian's.] Remember, in school, when I'd thought I'd seen you, chatting someone up? It was him, I'm fairly certain of it. And, ah. Here. I met up with him. [Newt circled back, forcing himself to the topic. He wondered if he ought let go of Adrian's hand. He couldn't decide, so he didn't.] We, er, had sex. [The man's gaze lingered on the table just below his chin, drawn in from the lake. He didn't try to justify what he'd done. He simply said it and made room for his friend to have whatever reaction he'd have.]