Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
[Patrick could acknowledge that Newt was not particularly masculine, but he was not certain this was the same as being feminine. And, anyway, kissing took precedence, and he allowed himself not to think about Adrian for a brief (and most enjoyable) moment. But his desires (which he was not thinking about) were superseded by concern. This was an old concern, one from before the war, and he was impressed at how quickly it returned and eclipsed everything in its vicinity.
He was not certain why he held onto the scarf, but he did, and maybe he was too upset to realize the progress made in not pretending this was experimental. But the dude was distracted, man. Newt's hands settled and moved, and the kiss was broken. Patrick smiled a little when it took Newt a few moments to understand the question that had been posed. It was just a tip of grin, a bit of Gunster shining through on this most stressful of days. Newt leaned, and Patrick easily rested one hand on the dude's waist.] Newt, my dude, sometimes we must do things for ourselves. It does not matter what he tells people or what he thinks. If he is bad for you, then you must distance yourself. [For Patrick, this was a no-brainer. Adrian was his bro, but this was a no-brainer.] At least try not to talk to the dude. Can you attempt this while I am away? [He stood sturdy when he was nudged, and he refused to acknowledge the comment of what he should be worrying about.]