Re: quicklog: adrian/newt - the lake
Yes, he was a sheep, I believe. [Newt let Adrian take his time metabolizing the details given. He didn't interrupt. He peered toward the other man, though not at him, as Adrian's pale cheeks filled with color.] I'm only telling you what I saw, darling, [was his mild, softly-given answer. It came with a brush at black fringe, but not much more, because Newt still was relatively uncertain as to what was allowable. Fortunately, he was an awkward man, and additional awkwardness didn't make much of a difference at all.—After Adrian fought the details of being tested upon, he seemed to grow overwhelmed, then to quiet. It wasn't possible to say whether this was good or not. Likely not, Newt reasoned.
He was somewhat heartened by the rest of the other man's dark head against his shoulder, and he squeezed the hand in his. They walked in silence then, with the lights behind them going out as if snuffed by a Put-Outer, and the redhead ambled silently, waiting for whatever it was he could feel brewing in the man beside him. His wandhand was at his hip now, so only their feet were lit, but it was a lovely night, all things considered.
When he was pulled to a stop, Newt didn't even begin to imagine resisting. He stood, before Adrian, looking down at him, at his eyelashes dark over dark eyes on a dark night. His brows came together, as the man's face had always been overly expressive. He listened to Adrian's plan. He glanced up to watch the hand that lifted to touch his fringe, then turned his yellow gaze back down, now to Adrian's throat.] I don't know that it's something to be fixed, [was his eventual answer. And he knew it would be deflating. He shook his head.] Adrian, an Obscurus isn't an infection. This isn't Muggle science that can be deduced over a Petri dish. An Obscurial can't be cured of an Obscurus, nor is it 'walled off' in your body. It is in you. Wholly. This—Whatever this man is, darling, I don't know that it has anything to do with the Obscurus. Perhaps it might just be you. [Newt looked up now, his gaze skittering to meet the other man's.] I know he isn't you. We all know he's not you. [A half-smile lifted freckled lips.] You don't need to fix anything.