Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
[All right then, he was distanced by the ropes. Newt watched Patrick rub his thighs, then let his gaze flick upward, to meet blue, before immediately dropping to the general area of chin-and-chest that the man's gaze tended to favor. His expression twitched from the smile of greeting to something more serious, and Newt looked out to the river that ran like a lashing tongue beneath them.
He leaned his head to the rope, uncaring of the mold and dampness.] Oh, darling, I don't know. I know it's all complicated by my relationship with him, what it once was, what it is now. [Newt dragged teeth over his bottom lip as he peered at the moving water, his gaze a shudder.] But,—[He shrugged.] I don't know. It's worse for you, I think, than it is for me. [He glanced over. Newt found what Patrick said to be nearly amusing in its understatement. He gave a dry laugh.] No. He doesn't understand the difference. He told me we wanted him to say what he felt, then were upset when he did, which isn't the way of it. And, yes, he's quite offended, yes. But, it's true, all the same. [Newt kicked out one trainer idly, his eyes falling to watch his own foot.] I understand why you felt you should tell him, when this all began—but, beyond that? It's not got much to do with him, whatever he thinks.