Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
I'll take it as a compliment. [He said this with amusement, but fondness, as well. And no, he was kinder than Patrick, you see, because he didn't point out the fact that Patrick was turning the color Newt himself often turned.—But, in regards to Adrian, it wasn't that Patrick said anything wrong or what was or wasn't desired. It was just that Newt felt extremely turned about. He'd a difficult time parsing why he did what he did, in regards to his old friend, and he wouldn't've known how to express any of it, least of all to poor Patrick, who had his own problems, and not just with Adrian. The kissing, he thought, was better. And he wasn't thinking about Adrian, at all.
Reeled in by the scarf, Newt let himself bump against Patrick. His hands shifted, one to settled at Patrick's nape, and the other dropping to his chest. It was a good kiss, and Newt didn't give any thought to the fact that they were both upset. Perhaps that was an issue, but he'd not realized that yet.—When the kiss ended and Patrick pulled back, Newt's eyes opened slowly. It took him a moment to understand what they were even talking about. He blinked and he dragged his gaze up from Patrick's lips.] Adrian? [Newt leaned against Patrick more than he meant to, but he didn't notice.] He thinks I hate him. He tells people I do, or the horrible things I've done to him. I don't feel like I can. I've tried before. I always end up talking to him again anyway, for one reason or another, and it's—I don't know. [He pressed both palms to Patrick's chest now and gave him a nudge backwards.] This isn't what you should be worrying about right now.