Re: [ER: Newt & Patrick]
The sedation made Patrick seem more childlike to Newt. More honest, as well, much like the pot, like it peeled back whatever kept him more strictly in line in the day-to-day. And, even if he'd not had his own worries about Patrick's confusion about his sexuality, he still didn't want to take advantage of the other man in such a vulnerable state. But, holding hands was fine, he thought, as were terms of endearment, all uttered a little too carelessly. "Good," he said, when Patrick said he felt safe with him. "I feel safe with you, as well." A shake of shaggy red, but Newt couldn't quite tell Patrick it wasn't shitty on Adrian's part, what happened. "The shittiest part, I think, was just not telling me if he'd died. I mourned him." Still, he smiled slightly in reflection as Patrick did. His cheeks only caught flame once Patrick spoke. "Oh. Yes."
But, Patrick gave Newt the go-ahead. "All right." Newt wanted to kiss the man, but, the sedation. The confusion. He let go of Patrick's hands and stood. "Stay here. I'll be right back." With a beckoning flick of fingers, Newt's wand leapt from the pocket of his coat and into his hand. It might've looked incongruous with the Muggle jumper and trousers, but, ah, here was a modern wizard. Newt gave Patrick a smile, then opened the door a crack, and, after a glance down either direction of the corridor, off he went to find the nurses.
Twenty minutes later, after a stop at the police department, Newt returned to ER room 5. He expected Patrick to be asleep on the bed, so he entered the room quietly.