Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
I think of Adrian as most saintly, man. I have never experienced him being nasty. [He could not, not that he recalled, though he had certainly argued with Adrian in the past.] Con has always been good with people, Newt. Until recently, she was the beloved of this entire town. I grew up with everyone knowing my name because of Con. I am still, in large part, Con's baby bro around here. [He did not look even a little sheepish when he continued:] Man, I was thrilled the day Webster left. I pretended to be sad, for Con was sad. She loved Webster, and him going was most difficult for her, but I was thrilled. Con did not care what I was, not as long as I was happy. I know your Webster sucked, man. I am sorry. [He held up the knuckles that were no longer bruised.] I informed your bro that this did not mean I was violent. I think he was concerned.
[Patrick most definitely viewed Newt as sexually confident and sure.] What did I not answer? [Patrick was not entirely aware of his tendency not to respond verbally. As for Des? He pointed.] Man, do not start with the age thing.
[Then the ceiling beams were being stared at, and Patrick was trying to decide if he was bold enough to go somewhere public, somewhere he might be recognized. He had trained in the Capital. What if the place was raided, man? It was most completely terrifying. He was considering during Newt's dithered moment of silence, and then he shoved himself on his elbows again when Newt spoke. His brow furrowed with very Joseph-like confusion. There was Adrian to consider, of course, though he had already burnt that bridge to the ground, and he suspected the wood could not catch flame again, dude. He looked at Newt. Thoughts were churning behind blue-green eyes, but Patrick did not voice them.] One kiss. Since I am not wasted. To know if it was just being in the book, or wasted, or whatever. [It was not a new transgression, he reasoned.] And this does not mean you do not pursue what you wish to personally pursue.