Re: Log, Webster's Vinyl: Daniel W & Newt P
Daniel let out a long, soft sound of mingled thought and distant understanding as he looked down into Newt's searching eyes. "Ah, there they are," he murmured, his own bleak dark ones softening somewhat at the steady sight of Newt's gaze, the prolonged contact of which was rare indeed. He let his own gaze drift down to his hand where it curved around Newt's chin, and there he considered for a few moments before he let his fingers slip away, cool and dry, over the edge of Newt's lips until the contact parted entirely.
"'Get out of your head,'" Daniel repeated, not mimicking, but thoughtful enough. He slid away around the table once more, not the predator but rather the opposite, a puttering antique in a strange pocket of time. "You do not want to speak of it any further, then?" He looked again at his guest, assessing the young man's expression, before returning to the kettle and pouring into the pot on the table. He set out a cup with a tea strainer, in the old style, and pushed it toward Newt before sitting not across from him but to one side, where he could view him at angle.
Daniel started the process of cup and saucer, turning the china 'round by its ear in the length of two cold fingers.