Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
Dude. [This was said in a warning tone, and it referred to the apology, so Newt was not wrong about guilt and blame. Patrick thought he, as Adrian's bro, carried more responsibility here that Newt did as Adrian's ex. Patrick had accepted that kiss on the tracks. He had kissed Newt on the sidewalk. He had not kicked Newt out of that bathroom, and he knew his own thoughts since then, man, his guilt was warranted.] Do not make me prove our superior humor with some of my favorite childhood jokes. Con was nearly a boy. Her humor was most American.
[Patrick's blue-green gaze slid from hand to Newt's face during that pat-reel of self-conscious. He almost commented about it; he stored it.] I believe Sue has to justify why you want other people, man, in a way that does not reflect negatively on him. [It was a guess. Sue was not wrong that Patrick did not understand him as well as he understood Newt.] I would stop you. [Patrick said of the unbuttoning, though he said it with a fair deal of self-comprehension, man, and he met Newt's gaze for a while before pushing himself off the chair and ignoring what remained of his food.
By the time Newt was answering about Chant, Patrick was safely across the circular space and flopping back onto a low bed. It was held up by wooden slats, and it was comprised of feathers shoved into a linen mattress until fattened. Patrick flopped. Knees at the end of the bed and feet on the floor, sandals loose.] Namely any of it, man. [He was staring at the ceiling, where the beams met in the center.] I cannot explain it, Newt, but it makes me want to crawl under a fucking rock to know what people are thinking, what they know. When I kissed Jude, after, my most immediate thought was that no one could know or they would give me shit about it for the rest of my life. This remains the case, man, only now everyone knows. Or it feels like everyone knows.