Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
I know. I'm sorry. [Newt couldn't help but continue to feel as if he'd rather put Patrick in this position by asking for the kiss in the first place. Whatever happened after—including Patrick's kiss on the pavement—it was all precipitated by Newt, in Newt's mind, and he'd been the one too callous to consider the position it'd put Patrick in with his brother. Of course, Patrick wouldn't want him to be sorry. He knew that, as well. Every time he tried to say as much, the younger man told him to knock it off. So it seemed it would be a game of each man blaming himself, but not wanting the other to feel responsible. Brilliant, really.—Newt would've commented, of course, that Adrian didn't have any rights to him, but, likely, that wasn't the point. Instead, he smiled when Patrick laughed.] I don't believe we established that, [he said of the humor, deliberately tucking his wand into the little leather stirrup on the hip of his trousers.]
Oh, I know. It's all right. [Perhaps his feelings were tender, but Newt wasn't injured. Sue enjoyed chafing people, whether they were there to listen or not. But, none of that was particularly important to Newt, who, instead, was watching Patrick speak through fringe. His chin was down and he only gave a sigh of frustration when the younger man spoke of overstepping. He didn't, however, say anything about it.—Newt patted Patrick's hand, then retracted his touch in a reel of self-consciousness he'd not even considered before all of this.] No? What do you believe Sue thinks? [He shook his head, another copper splay, and glanced quickly enough at Patrick, that he might not've looked at all.] No. You'd only stop me. [And he did meet the other man's gaze. Gold to blue-green. And it held, like a coin pressed between fingers.
Rather predictably, Patrick bypassed Newt's questions, and he looked a moment at the man, before breaking to answer. He wasn't quite so skilled at being tight-lipped around Patrick. Another tinge of rouge in cheeks, obscured by a starry sky of freckles, and Newt picked at the falafel in his sandwich, glancing away then.] Namely wanting to be cut up? Wanting to be watched? Wanting to be wanted?