Re: [ER: Newt & Patrick]
Patrick was too medicated to realize he was giving so much away, and he was too medicated to realize he was learning things. He was not, however, so far gone that all of this would not be clearly recalled in the morning, after the sleep that was tempting now that the drugs had finally taken full affect in the dude's body. His physiology was not precisely as expected, and full sedation had taken much longer than usual. He blinked more slowly now, and his smile was a little loopy, man, and there was less concern on his features, at least this one moment.
"Running away and leaving you to take the blame was most wrong," Patrick said, black and white, right and wrong, and it was not correct to let someone take the blame for what you had done. He wondered why his bro had done this thing, but Adrian was not around to ask. "Man, we Gunsters are all fucked." This was a most sorrowful comment, and then came the linked hands nudging at his chin. Dude, he listened. He did. Mostly, he stared, but he listened.
But, sedation or not, he was most quick to grab up Newt's hands when the offer was made of freedom. Or, as Patrick saw it, freedom. Fight or flight, dude, and it apparently cut through sedation with a burst of momentary adrenaline. Patrick, during his cop training, had seen men require multiple milligrams of Ativan to take them down, and all because they were worked up at the time. The body, it was most amazing. Newt squeezed his hands, and Patrick looked at the dude most straight on. Despite his very real panic and fears, he forced himself to offer Newt the out, because this was the correct thing to do. "I do not want to cause trouble for you, and I do not want you arrested. If there is danger of this, then I will remain as I am, and we will not do this." His lip trembled slightly, but the statement was delivered most steadily.