Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
Oh, Christ, the poor bees. [Another horrible pun, and Newt groaned as he laughed. It did raise an idle quirk of curiosity in him, but he decided to wait before asking about it. Instead, he just said with a smile:] All right, enough. I can't take any more.
[It was obvious, to Newt's mind, that he enjoyed talking to Patrick as well, and that Patrick was his confidante. It'd been difficult, but manageable, with the man gone for the few weeks he was away, but it made facing down the prospect of a ruined friendship—especially ruined at his own hands—extremely difficult. But, he'd never had any guilt about it. And he'd never considered whether he ought have any, until Patrick brought it up. Now, the idea was there, of course, but he didn't pay it much mind, no more than he paid the real trespass of kissing this man.] I don't know what would happen either, but I agree, that regardless they can't be healthy as they are. Adrian could do it. Yell. Not throw a punch. He might strangle you with black magic, however, and weep after the fact. [Patrick shook his head. Newt shrugged.] I don't know much about her either. [A furrow formed between ginger brows, and Newt looked to Patrick, who was busy inspecting the ceiling.] Is that all he respected, your father? Intelligence? [They'd spoken on the topic before, but that didn't matter.
Newt wasn't an extremely articulate man when it came to sex, but he was, it seemed, slightly more experienced than Patrick when it came to wading into the waters.] Mistreated? No. I don't mind sex being rough, but if you're asking if I need it, I don't think so. But, as we've established, it's not as if I've a plethora of experience to draw on. [As for wanting to be wanted..., Newt cocked his head in a spill of fringe.] Perhaps not outright, but, you'd not be with someone who didn't want you. The ideas, I think, are tied. [He smiled falteringly, then laughed.] Jack is? Erm, Jack doesn't wear the stupid bowties and he's a good deal more masculine than I am. But, perhaps that's too subtle for Americans to see, though it hardly seems subtle to me.
[Patrick sat upright. Newt considered moving closer, but he'd no reason for doing so. And he was grateful the younger man fell back when he did, so he could perhaps hide his expression of curiosity as it bloomed too open on freckled features. He tried to figure out what he should say, but he was at rather a loss.] Patrick. [Another pause and he scrubbed a hand over his face, fingers shoving at fringe. He'd another moment upon the precipice, where he could see the two paths before him and where they led into nothing but darkness. But, Newt'd never been good at circumspection.] What if I offered?