Re: [ER: Newt & Patrick]
"I'm very normal, you see. Utterly mundane," Newt explained of his outfit choice, and he smiled, just so, as he lifted his gaze to Patrick on the bed. His eyes flicked to the camera in a coin toss, then back to Patrick. It was simple enough to do a spell. He was setting his coat on the chair, which meant a wave of the hand wasn't out of place. He'd a span of seconds to think it through—he didn't want to interrupt or break off the recording, as then they might be checked on immediately. He'd no idea how these things were monitored. But, if that lift of fair brow was anything to go by, Patrick would've preferred a moment away from the eye of the camera and whoever was behind it. All right. He could charm it so that if anyone who wasn't magical looked at the screen for this particular camera, they'd remember, and oh, so suddenly, that they'd an urgent appointment. Too, he could make it so that while it'd show the present moment, it wouldn't record to any device. Simple, really.
That done, Newt moved fidgeting fingers through his fringe, as if that's all it really was, and he sat on the foot of Patrick's hospital bed, minding his weight and limbs carefully. One long leg bent up, so that Newt could turn toward Patrick, and he looked at his friend quite searchingly. He was obviously rather worried. He had been before, of course, but now doubly so. He couldn't've said if it was a blessing or a curse that they'd sedated the other man. "I'm not," he lied, and he shook his head, because they both knew he was lying. "It doesn't matter." Rather worried, too, about contributing toward Patrick's already-reached saturation point, Newt'd been trying to be better about being overly affectionate, in speech or action. This, he realized, was much easier on the forums than in person. But, he'd kept himself from darling-ing so far, so perhaps not all was lost.
"I'm rather more worried about what you feel." Truth be told, whether because he was sedated or not, Patrick seemed resigned. Perhaps it was impossible not to be. Newt gave the room a glance, then let his gaze settle on Patrick's knee, briefly, before it lifted to meet blue-green, and openly.