Re: Log, Webster's Vinyl: Daniel W & Newt P
Newt'd been known to fluster others, from time to time. It took some cornering, perhaps—him being the one being cornered, of course. But, he was a strange creature in his own right. An oddity to even those who had not spent centuries tucked away.—That all said, he was an easy target, as well, when it came to some topics. Daniel, as it happened, struck a chord there. (And to be quite fair to Newt, he was having a rather awful night, what with Adrian, already, so perhaps he was ripe for it. Among other things.)—Gold eyes, bright as sovereigns, glinted as they glanced to Daniel after the echo.
The skittering away of the man's gaze was a well-known thing to all who knew him. But, at that very moment, he held Daniel's gaze with his own. It was rather overwhelming for him—eye contact. It felt intensely personal. But, Newt was trying to puzzle out what precisely the man near him was insinuating, because he was insinuating. "The brother of a lover, perhaps." 'Sibling,' really, but Newt was speaking of himself, and he preferred men. He'd spoken of Adrian and Sue as brothers before, it seemed the simplest explanation. "But even that—" Newt smiled in a flicker across lips dry as fallen leaves. "I don't know that I'm so scrupulous." He ought've been, of course.—Who else oughn't one be with? "An employer, of a sort?" The question was poised with an innocence as weak as tin. For all his awkwardness and skittishness, no one who'd spoken to Newt for any extended length of time would say he was truly shy. "Would that be uncouth, you think? To have a go at one's boss? I should hate to be that." He wouldn't.
Still, he'd said to Patrick or someone, hadn't he?—that he wasn't going to go 'round making mistakes like his last. And this was a dangerous bit of teasing toward such... Newt ignored his own thoughts. He watched Daniel grin, his gaze once more the fickle sand-shift. "Do you miss it?" Did he himself miss being 20? No, he didn't think he did.