Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
[Newt wouldn't've found it impressive that somehow, his ridiculous issues with Adrian'd managed to clot and cloud Patrick's attention, given all of the other things Patrick had to be worried about, thinking over, or experiencing. No, he wouldn't've found that impressive at all.
He couldn't say the same of even that thin slice of Patrick's grin. If anything, he resented the impressiveness of the grin and how it managed to cut through everything, just to exist for a moment, bright and thoroughly charming, before it disappeared. It even managed to coax a smile out of Newt, small and freckled, before they moved on—before they moved, rather, back to Adrian.] It does matter, Patrick. I spent months trying to convince everyone we weren't together, but he'd already told them, and they believed him. [It was a rather stupid example, but Newt could be forgiven, perhaps, for not being at his best. Unthinkingly, he pressed his cheek to Patrick's shoulder in a sort of hug, given to himself without any permission asked.] I can attempt it, yes. [Remembering himself, he did nudge at Patrick, once he'd straightened up and gotten a grip on himself, but Patrick didn't move.] You're a prat.