Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
I do not think either of you are feminine in personality. Is that not right? You are softer than Adrian. [He was seeking words he did not possess. This was a conversation he was not skilled to have, and he had avoided the topic the entirety of his life, man, but he was attempting. Red throat, cheeks, ears, all of it, but he was attempting. And then there was talk of preparation, and all right, too much, man. He was already about to interrupt when Newt asked if it was all terrible sounding. He laughed a nervous laugh, and he rubbed at his neck.] Dude, yes, subject change.
[Which was easy, since Newt was sighing, and Patrick was becoming most concerned, and it was easy to forget his own embarrassment in the face of that. Red faded away as Newt spoke of abuse, and the shrug left silence between them once more.] Dude, whatever the reason, the point remains the same. You become distressed whenever you interact with him. I know he will think I am saying these things because of what has happened between you and I, but that is not so. I have been telling him to move on for a very long time, dude, and I tell you the same thing. [Which left Newt saying he, Patrick, had better return, and Patrick just chuckled, because this was not a promise he could make. He had given his word to not cease until Del's world was restored, and this was what he would do. But, Newt was moving closer, and Patrick remained still as the dude's cold hands touched his cheeks, and as Newt's lips neared, and Patrick did not bother making excuses in his head. He just kissed the dude. Slant of mouth, tongue brushing against Newt's lips in suggestion of being given admittance. His hands were in his own pockets, and they did not yet move.]