Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
[His first cheeky grin of the evening.] So, I'd make you terribly uncomfortable, if I attempted. I see. [But, more seriously:] No. There aren't always conversations, but—I don't know. It's not as if there's anything that says we musn't speak on it. But, then, how do you know if perhaps you'd like to try something different? A, erm, position or something like that? [Newt gave Patrick a once-over that wasn't lewd, but certainly was slightly more than friendly. He regarded that wink with amusement, and, you'll be happy to know, he'd not gone even a shade darker while doing so.] Of course.
I will, I will. [Newt looked at the finger that pointed at him, and he tried very hard not to think of the several accusatory finger-points he'd received the night before.] All right, darling. It's only that, if there was before, you didn't say then, did you? [It wasn't meant to be challenging. It was simply honesty for honesty.] You needn't tell me anything you don't want to. But, you can't blame me for asking. [But, Newt wasn't expecting Patrick to turn and come toward him, and he looked up, keeping his chin down. He sighed into the yellow-and-gray of his scarf. It blew into his fringe. But, he held Patrick's gaze, if he could. It was perhaps too direct, what he would ask, but, he wanted to know.] Do you feel that wanting to kiss me is a betrayal to Adrian?