Re: [Climbing: Patrick & Newt]
As mentioned before, Patrick was confusing to read, but he was quite confused, as well. Newt, who more usually might've asked, didn't want to contribute to any pressure, so he tried his best to follow Patrick's lead, as he understood it. No doubt that meant he was often wrong, but he'd yet to think of a better way to do it. So whatever the relief was, he only knew it was relief and he eased off slightly. He laughed lightly at the wink and the thought of Patrick embarrassing him with a headlock. As if he wouldn't simply Disapparate.
"I don't know," was his utterly brilliant response about Adrian and Patrick's offer to explain. "I should do it, I think, though I thank you for the offer." He could just imagine what might be said and Adrian'd take it all and misinterpret it, anyway. "'Uncomfortable,'" he repeated Patrick's word and he just shook red mane, tucking his bottom lip under upper line of teeth a moment. He hated the idea that the only way for Adrian to learn—to learn something terribly obvious, at that—was through explanation. It felt like having to explain to someone that they shouldn't hit others with a hammer, because it hurt. He ought've known, Newt thought, but, obviously, he didn't. He sighed. "Yes, he is like that." Said in response to Adrian thinking he knew best and being incomparably stubborn about it when he was convinced of his own righteousness. "Just don't do it at a detriment to yourself." Hypocritical, perhaps, but Newt said it anyway. He smiled slightly as Patrick chuckled. "No, you're not helpless. It's good you've reminded him. He'll forget, but, not for a while.—Do you think you convinced him? Of your point of view?"
Newt didn't know the terminology of the various paraphernalia. He knew what a carabiner was. He knew rope, obviously. He didn't know 'belay.' He was watching Patrick and he lifted his hands when they were nudged at. If he'd any thoughts at all about the nearness of the other man's hands in relation to certain body parts, erm, we shan't name them here. The snare of the carabiner tugged at the harness, which tugged at Newt's pelvis, and he lifted his brows, but he figured that was that. Until Patrick gave it a pull. It was low, below his center of gravity, and he put his hands out automatically, bracing them against Patrick as he stumbled half a step forward. Immediately, he shoved at the other man, rebuffing him a step and straightening himself in the process. He laughed a little. "Prat," he called Patrick and his smirk, and he flashed him a look through fringe. He looked about then, not wanting to stare, given how close they were, and his gaze alighted on a bag of chalk. "Is that next?" For the hands, he wagered from the handprints on the handholds.