Re: quicklog: adrian/newt - the lake
The one, where he notes there's no sky outside the window. Erm, there was a stuffed toy named Carlos. He was tested upon, asked questions, that I believe he refused to answer, for fear of being seen as dangerous. The other was him losing his virginity is Amsterdam, to a man he christened the Captain. [Newt wasn't precisely certain how much detail was necessary, if any would jog Adrian's memory. He erred on the side of caution, reasoning that it was easier to explain than say something he couldn't take back.
And, in spite of the older man's difficulties with interaction, he'd actually been perfectly aware of the anger and sense of betrayal evident in the sneer he was given by Sue. He knew it wasn't about the sex, obviously. But, as mentioned before, this was a long time coming, the divulgence of this "secret" to Adrian, and Newt had felt his only other options were detrimental to his friend, to Patrick, to everyone involved. He couldn't feel too poorly about what Sue saw as treachery. And, even if it wasn't solely about the 'petty retraction of sexual favors implied,' it was better this way, Newt told himself. It was better to not walk that path. He'd told himself before that the sex wasn't worth it, however much he'd enjoyed it. Sue did have several partners, he did get into fights. He was cruel about Adrian and Adrian's confession of feelings. It was, if anything, a stroke of luck to have come to find Adrian here. (After all, it was easier to decide to not fuck someone when they weren't around.)
Adrian, who'd returned to himself, stood. The air was heavy, thick, and black. Newt waited for the other man to answer his question. He kept his hand out in offering as he played witness to Adrian folding in upon himself quite tightly. The redhead's fingertips twitched lightly in the expanse of distance. He kept his wand-hand aloft, and he smiled flightily as Adrian took his hand. He squeezed against the light grasp. He kissed black curls over temple and began to walk.] I know, [he said of his own madness. It wasn't a light agreement. He knew there was likely something off, and, given his mother, it was more than likely. It was probable. But, it didn't matter very much to Newt. He laced his fingers between Adrian's, pale line-hatched fingers divided by freckle-dark ones. The wandlight silvered the ground underfoot.] I'm not afraid of you, [he reiterated, hoping to make Adrian feel better. Yes, perhaps he was dangerous, all that unbridled magic turned black, but, he wasn't evil. He wasn't a bad person.] It'd be silly to be afraid of one's only and closest friend. Even after that night on the lake, I only missed you.