Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
[In the hours between Destiny's and arriving at Patrick's cabin, Newt'd showered. He'd changed into something cleaner—quite a bit, as he'd not worn it before. He'd spent a few hours in the Hall Way in the Capital, shopping. He'd been in need of quite a few things from the potions shoppe, a few plants and ingredients from the herbalologist's, and a handful of more select items from a few under-the-table exchanges in the Mermaid's Whiplash with three men of various levels of dodgy.—He'd wanted to go back to his case, but as it was at Patrick's, and he didn't want to startle the man or infringe, as he'd mentioned, he'd loitered about the magical high street, whiling away the hours Patrick slept of the night before. Since it perhaps needs to be said, he, Newt, wasn't drunk. He'd had a glass of firewhiskey early on, but after that, he'd stuck only to virgin drinks, until he needed to leave to find someplace he might get food for himself and Patrick.
He'd settled on a little Middle Eastern place not too far away. He'd been in the queue when Sue'd come asking if he'd take him back, and Newt couldn't recall every wishing to run away quite so much as he did then. (Or, conversely, he'd've taken a quart of the firewhiskey.) He felt invariably cornered. More than that, he felt he was a complete and utter idiot, to even think about turning down Sue, in the name of potential, perhaps one day pursuit of a man who was more confused than he was. There was Daniel to think about, as well, and, feeling utterly hypocritical, he didn't know if he could agree to commitment just then.—He'd not answered with any immediacy. Instead, he got his falafel sandwich and Patrick's lentil soup and falafel with hummus and baba ghanoush. He'd refrained from smacking his head against the wall, as he had, after all, made a promise, and he—he left to find an alley, then Disapparated.
Pop, whoosh—influx and a whip of wind traveling with him from the Capital, from concrete and overcast sky, to just outside the miniature cabin tucked into the woods. He gave himself half a second's time to regroup, then he knocked on the door.]