Re: [ER: Newt & Patrick]
Patrick was not expecting Newt's hair to be soft. This was a most ridiculous thing, which he realized a moment later, but it was true. He had expected the dude's hair to feel coarse and, well, dude-like. His own hair was most fine and floppy, and there was absolutely no logic in believing Newt's would be like wire, but there was not much logic in the dude's thoughts about masculinity. They were most defined, these thoughts, which was part of the problem. "Blonds have most impressive manes," he informed Newt, smirkish grin still on Gunster lips, and he ran a hand through the long hair that was pushed back over his own forehead. It was all absurd, but there was a place for absurdity, at least in Patrick's estimation.
For this same reason, he appreciated the amusement on Newt's face at the assertion that he (Patrick) considered Newt to be the most academic of academics. "Books, plants, the odd beetle or squirrel," he said of the contents of the suitcase. Dude winked. He did not entirely believe this to be true, but the suitcase was most small, and Patrick did not expect there to be anything sizable (or dangerous) inside of it. Which, you know, was an easier thing to focus on than Newt using his hands, man, which caused Patrick's gaze to drop and climb rapidly.
Things with wings. Right, bro, easier subject, and Patrick almost laughed at his own inclination to let his gaze drop again. "They call them demons, but they are not demons in the sense we think of them. I think that is just the word they have for monsters." It was an easier conversation than the one about time, but maybe it was good to speak on this subject. It was one Patrick never even allowed himself to think about, man. It was the sort of thing that insidiously climbed into his thoughts late at night, only to be deliberately (and most forcefully) shooed away. "I definitely died, dude, and I think maybe this is why Con is messed up? Not in the head, but she turns into a skeleton at times, and she is messed up over time. I believe it means I am dead in every other timeline, and that this is just a result of the one she changed? I do not know, man, she would never speak about it." He did not add the thought that maybe he was actually dead, man, revived or something. This was not something that Patrick, with his most simple view of things, wished to focus on. It was much better to focus on merpeople and Newt's hair, which received another glance, this one almost grateful for the distraction. "Do they not have gingers?" He rubbed at his face. "Dude, please, slowly, explain what happened with Adrian at school."
He was still thinking about the obliviation offer. He was slow, man; blame the drugs. He glanced down at the thumb upon his knuckles, and he had noticed the lean against his knee. "The rescue was fine. Standard storybook fare. Del is dating Dyl. Do you know Dyl? I must check in with him," he said, and he shifted and moved when Newt tugged; dude did not even consider not moving. He was still caught back in a prior thought, and Newt was saying he wished to show him these things. For Patrick, the possibility of everyone learning about this, the word suicide attached to him for eternity, made moving forward seem most difficult- no, it made it seem most impossible. "Dude, if you obliviate people. I would not be obliviated, right? It would be the people here, the cops, the facility I am being transferred to. This is all?"