Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
I don't know that it was meaningful. [It'd been a shag, really, only one that was built shoddily atop incredibly complicated circumstances. Perhaps it might've been meaningful, had things turned out differently. Newt smiled at Patrick.] I've been doing this a few more years than you. Not the shagging. But people knowing who I am, what I am. The person I am, it's not built on anything like belonging. Do you know what I mean?
And I'm happy to talk of Adrian, you know, if it helps. I know whatever he said to you upset you and that matters to me. [Newt looked from his thumb to Patrick as the younger man sat back up.] What was your intention, darling? [He considered continuing on the topic of parents, but Patrick was quick to push it aside. Newt propped himself up onto his palms, then he put his heels to the lip of the bridge and pushed his legs free of the rope. He turned, so his back then was to the river, to the rope, and so long legs spilled out over the center of the bridge.] Tell me of your heroic intentions then. [He nodded about the contact.] Of course. Shall I look after Rufus?