Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
[Obviously, Newt couldn't hear the trees, but he'd be absolutely flattered to know they knew him. He looked up from his shoes as he followed the path to the bridge, and what'd been a white-brown speck became Patrick. Patrick, who filled out clothing in a way Newt knew he wasn't meant to appreciate. He ignored his own appreciation—after all, he'd been warned, this was simply talking. As if he'd had other plans.—He smiled, gaze gold gauze through fringe.] Hello, Patrick. [He walked onto the bridge and, if Patrick didn't stand or make to do so, Newt settled beside him. The river below spat up onto them, but that didn't bother Newt.
If he noticed any traces of what might've been tears, he didn't mention it. And he sat at an appropriate distance, his own long legs dangling.]