Re: [Climbing: Patrick & Newt]
"I insist," although it wouldn't let him look lecherously at Patrick's arms. Newt was willing to make sacrifices, and he was trying terribly hard not to be quite so predatory, especially now that Patrick was having an even more difficult time of it. But, that didn't mean he didn't feel what he felt, unfortunately. When this'd all began, he'd thought he might've been able to subsume his attraction to the man to what'd it been before—underground, unacknowledged. Now, of course, he realized that was all but an impossibility, for better, or more likely, for worse.—Newt didn't blink. He didn't miss the touch to his stomach, but he didn't mention it. If his cheeks darkened with color, it was the sun that could be felt overhead. "It is 'mathematics. With an 's'." The older man smiled and shook his head, and all he said about his assured sportiness was: "Git."
Talking to Patrick later and not now wasn't meant to be misdirection, precisely. It was just, Newt thought it'd be better, if aggression was being exorcised, along with distraction being offered. In reality, they might not get that far. Perhaps they'd be busy trying not to fall. He didn't know. Or, if he was spotting, would he be on the ground, holding Patrick's rope, saying nothing? That was possible, as well. They'd have to see. But, he did intend to talk. It wasn't as if it could all be ignored forever.—Newt did grin about the dinner, after the explanation of the alley. And he couldn't quite help himself. He looked up at the tips of Patrick's ears, bright in blond, and he laughed. He was altogether too pleased with himself. "Did you say they go red when you lie?"
Though he'd seen the stones and been moved by them before, Newt's attention was fully diverted by them when they were spilled into Patrick's palm. And before he knew it, they were in alley and Patrick's arm was heavy around his shoulders. Newt looked over as the younger man cleared his throat. He followed after him, surprised by the sunshine and the rather tall building. He looked up at it, lips parting as he tipped his head back, then he glanced to Patrick. "I think it's up to you. I'll discuss it. It wasn't terribly different from the glimpse you saw on your mobile." Newt walked by Patrick's side. He'd considered, for a the synapse of a second, asking for a kiss, but he decided against it. He was behaving himself fairly well and he'd like to keep it that way, and rather not push Patrick, who was upon a precipice. "He did keep asking me why I was frightened of him." The topic of Adrian was a good one for distracting himself with, so long as it wouldn't be too overwhelming for Patrick.