Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
Is it the same sort of embarrassment you feel about other things? And if you don't talk about it, ...well, how do you say what it is you'd like? Or is it more of a given with men and women? Perhaps it is. [Perhaps it was.] Shut up, [was all he said about the honesty.—He did look at Patrick's clothing as the man himself did. Dryly, he echoed Patrick:] Today, you are covered. Well done. [He looked at himself then.] I am, as well. I will say that I don't know if modest garments mean a man's truly modest, however.
[If Newt'd been the glaring type, now would be when he'd've glared at Patrick. As it was, he blinked and sighed.] I'll be all right. I need a break from talking to your brother is all it is. [He watched Patrick roll his eyes.] Would you tell me, if there was? [Patrick stood, and Newt waited a moment, before he got to his feet as well. He didn't jog to catch up. Instead, he put his hands in his pocket, tucked his chin into his scarf, and trailed after Patrick.] Oh, no, I don't think so. And I'm only being insistent, so that—[Newt's thoughts interrupted him, and he blinked idly at his feet as he walked. He shook his head. He continued.]—so that you don't think you'll be rid of me. Though, and don't hate me for saying it, it might well make your life easier if you were. And Adrian's. It's terribly self-centered of me, but I can't help but feel I'm the problem here.