Re: quicklog: adrian/newt - the lake
He gets into physical altercations. He engages in sex that is potentially unsafe. Trouble, yes. [Newt said this without judgement. His worry was only for Adrian, for the health of his body, given the two opposing forces at work upon it.] He smokes. You might've noticed the smell. [The man said these facts, his fingers twitching against Adrian's, and he skirted his gaze to the other man's chin. His own chin was down to his chest and his body language was largely closed, not that it was conscious. And as close as they were, Newt didn't need to look into dark eyes to know he was being looked at. His friend squeezed his hand and Newt smiled at Adrian's chin, before he shook his head.] I saw memories of his. The one I mentioned to you, ...I think it was his.
[Those were the last words uttered to Adrian. The sneer that claimed his friend's familiar face made Newt grimace. He almost wished to reel his hand back in at the harshness of the words spoken to him, but he didn't. It wasn't as if he could blame the man who he'd taken to calling Sue (thank you, Patrick). But, Sue had to've known it would happen eventually. Newt didn't have enough time to puzzle out if he was disappointed at being rejected. He'd enjoyed the sex with Sue, after all, and there was a great deal of confusion massed around his feelings for Adrian and how they extended to the other man who occupied his body, but... perhaps, he thought in the split second, it was for the best to end this before it began.
Adrian blinked and panic overwhelmed him. Newt pulled himself from his selfish thoughts and to the man before him. He watched as Adrian's jaw tensed. His hand was empty and Newt balled his fingers to his palm for heat. He didn't blink as the light nearby snuffed out. He uttered a nearly silent,] Lumos, [and the tip of his wand began to glow from his pocket. He pulled it out and lifted it before him as a torch, as he shifted so he was straddling the bench of the table. He peered at Adrian.] It's all right, darling, [he said as soothingly as he was able. His nervous smile touched lips like flame taking to tinder. Newt stood, unfolding from the table to stand taller than Adrian. He was concerned about the display of repressed magic, of course he was, but Newt wasn't afraid of injury or pain. He took a step toward his friend with his free hand out, so it might be taken.] Shall we walk?