Re: [ER: Newt & Patrick]
There was nothing memorable about this room. A bed, a chair, medical gadgets upon the wall. Patrick was hooked up to nothing, and the back of the bed was inclined enough that he could sit back against it comfortably. He looked slightly lethargic, less alert than the dude normally was, and he watched Newt enter with a most forced smile on his lips, and that was mostly for the nurse, who he thanked for breaking the rules in this manner. Dude was not meant to have visitors until he was transferred, and he was mostly hoping he did not end up in the godforsaken quiet home.
Once the door was closed behind the woman, the dude grinned. "Nice duds," he said, only a bit sluggishly, gaze languid as it took in the Newt's attire, and he motioned to the small camera in the corner, mounted there for occasions such as these. It would not record sound, but he did not want Newt unaware of the fact that he was being recorded while in the room. "I think they fear I will brain myself with that ear check thing," the dude said, motioning back to one of the gadgets upon the wall. He did not ask if Newt could do something about the camera, but maybe his quirk of brow made that consideration most evident.
Dude did not want to escape; he just wanted a moment of privacy.
There was a chair in the room, but Patrick tapped his heel against the foot of the bed, indicating Newt should take up residence there. He looked at the dude slowly, his thought process somewhat stretched and elongated, and then he smiled a little, knowingly. "You're pissed." It was a guess hazarded, but Patrick felt he was starting to understand Newt better than he had. And he'd thought he'd understood the dude pretty well, man. But he now realized he had missed things, and he thought he was improving.