Re: [The Bridge over the River: Patrick/Newt]
I'm not. I've made that clearer to him, I promise. [He had. Or, he'd tried. But, like Patrick, Newt knew Adrian saw hope where it didn't exist. He couldn't've said if that was his fault or Adrian's, however, but he did try to be clear.] It is terrifying at times. [It was. But, Newt didn't think the topic would stick. He was ready for them to move on, but Patrick was holding his gaze, and he, to his own credit, didn't look away.] When we talk, even now, by the end of it, he has me convinced I've done all of this, that he's the sole victim and that I'm the reason he feels so horrible, and I know that if I simply felt what he felt, it'd be over and done with. When we don't—I know it's not that simple. I know I don't owe him anything. I don't know what it is, but it hardly feels that way once we talk. He's very angry with me.
[Newt was prepared to walk, but he was pulled close again, and he looked up in surprise.] Patrick. [His expression softened.] I give you my word. [He patted the man's chest, before his hand stayed planted there.] But,—if I overstep, you have to tell me. All right? All I'm worried about is not realizing I've made you uncomfortable. [He shook shaggy red as he reached up to touch Patrick's chin once.] I don't feel at all like I do with Adrian. [He dropped his touch.] I promise.