Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
Maybe they're old me. [The faery, and he was interested in seeing them, but the conversation had turned to more pressing things, man, like Treasure-Me-Vampire, which sounded like an unfortunate and unwanted Ken doll to Patrick. He realized the treasuring was probably meant for Newt, but the nickname was not being retracted, man. He shook his head.] Man, no, I want you to speak plainly with me. We have never not spoken plainly to each other, right? [This was as Patrick saw it, and he had learned already, in the brief window when he believed he'd lost Newt's friendship, that he was not all right with not having this dude in his life.] No, no, women do not. I mean, I am aware they can, but no. [This was a firm no. This was not a negotiable no. Newt said nothing about Des, and he said nothing about Sue, and Patrick just mirrored the lift of brow that he was given.]
Dude, I did not know you Brits had humor. [A lie, man, and his smile said as much, and then there was warm palm to chest, and Patrick said nothing of it when he was seated again. He also said nothing about Newt thinking about having sex with Sue while they had been at the bar together. Instead, he handed the phone over, and he did not recall the bowtie comment until Newt touched his throat.] Dude, no, do not listen to him. This was not the intention. [What was the intention? Patrick had no fucking clue what the intention was, man, and he took the phone back and pocketed it as Newt did up buttons. He lifted his head partway through the process, and he watched with careful attention until the last button was in place.] Man, no. Fuck Jack. Tell me what is in your head. Shit. [He slumped, knees going wider and pita forgotten.] I told you I was feeling petty. [This was true. The intention had not been to hurt Newt's feelings with the bowtie commentary; he did not know what the intention was. But whatever the intention, dude was certain it was petty.]