Re: quicklog: adrian/newt - the lake
He was a sheep. [Absently affirmed. He took quiet comfort in Newt's willingness to be near him as the lights went out overhead, his fingertips against his forehead. His hand was laced with a familiar hand. He knew where he was, and where he'd been. Quieter.] I know.
[It was a beautiful night, cool and clear for June. If it weren't for that thick feeling that hung around Adrian, it would have been light, breezy. The stars still shone, however, and there was no sound but the wind in the trees, the lapping of the water against the lake, and the faint rush of cars along the distant road.
He was sure of the path forward. He had to be. He had surmounted difficulties before. He had done complex and trying things, in the past. This was no different than those - larger, yes, and perhaps more painful before it was over. Treatment often was.
When Newt said he didn't think it ought to be fixed, Adrian didn't understand, at first. He merely looked at him. His cheeks were growing hot.] It's a corruption. The corruption of a healthy body. So then it's an infection, and the options are to let it grow unchecked, or to fight it. [His conception of the Obscurus was rapidly shifting under his feet as he tried to find a model that fit. There would be something. Even magic had a logic of a kind, in his experience.] Is it me, or is it not me?
[His expression changed entirely.] This thing. This person. They've taken enough from me. I woke up with my hands bloody, not knowing where I'd been, if I'd...hurt anyone. I lost sleep. [He met Newt's eye, while he had it. His eyes were wet.] I thought I might be losing my mind. [He narrowed his eyes.] And he slept with you. [He sucked in a breath. His eyes were a little too wide, and he was talking faster now, edging toward real panic in his redoubled set of promises.] Well, I'm not giving up. I'll get rid of him, both of them, him and the Obscurus. I'll cut them out. I'll get better.
[He seemed ready to go on - ready to promise ten more ways he would cure himself, fix the problem, mend the break, make this mess disappear.
He stopped, though, just as he was really getting into the swing of things. Mid-thought, the next word on his lips, he stopped, and he looked at Newt. His expression changed again, this time to something altogether uglier, a harsh twist of his lip into a disgusted sneer. He dropped Newt's hand like it was hot.]