Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
I don't know what I meant then. But, I suppose it is. [He tried to remember, but he couldn't recall any of the particulars himself.] But, people do generally have preferences. It's just somewhat more difficult when it's two men, because it's not so obvious as it is with men and women who does what. But, you can tell, more or less. Or, you can imagine, anyway. Put me beside Adrian, and who do you think is going to do the topping? [It wasn't so embarrassing for Newt, though perhaps it should've been. Oh, the English could be both terribly crude and terribly uptight, but—perhaps Newt was too comfortable with Patrick to care, when he really ought've. Yes. It was likely that, because when Patrick answered him and grinned, Newt smiled back.] Go on then, modest Patrick.
[Newt was chill.] I'm chill. [More chill than he had been. Perhaps he shouldn't've been, but he was. Newt looked up at Patrick. He tipped his head to the side.] You're here, yes. [Newt blinked.] I am, Patrick. I don't want you to hate yourself for—wanting to kiss me. If it feels like betrayal, every time. There're easier people to—like. That's all I mean. [He huffed.] I know you know that.