Re: [Climbing: Patrick & Newt]
Dude just nodded when Newt gave his permission for Patrick to talk to his bro. It was something he would do, but for now he wanted to put it out of his mind. It was why he had wanted to come here. He had wanted to leave it all behind for a little while, and this included Con and Adrian. He knew that perhaps this was not fair to Newt. Newt might need to keep talking about it, and Patrick felt the need to address this somehow, to indicate that he understood. But, man, he really needed a few moments without any of his family issues at front and center. "I will speak to Adrian. You are not forcing me to be in the middle of anything, Newt. I give you my word on this. But I am down about Con." He shook his head, honesty in his young features. "Man, I am really messed up about Con. I was going to tell her about the hospital, and she didn't even allow this. I am down about this mess with Adrian. I would like to leave it at the door for a little while. Can we do this?" He did not like to seem as if he was being self-pitying, but maybe he was, man. Perhaps this too was a Gunster trait.
Inside was better. Inside felt better. It was wide open, whites and bright splashes in foot and handholds. And focusing on the very physical and immediate act of getting Newt ready to climb, this was good. It was something here, man. It was something grounded, and Patrick was a grounded guy. He was trying not to think about the things troubling him, and it was always easier to focus on something physical to refrain from getting caught up in his head. "I am ensuring you are not harmed," he said, a small smile beginning to take root again when Newt informed him of his terribleness. "Chalk addicts are most covert," he added.
The bag of chalk was snapped on, and Patrick was entirely and most wonderfully entertained by how red Newt turned. It was this smiling redness that encouraged the dude to be most entirely impossible in return. He looked around; no one was paying attention to them. He knew no one in the vicinity, and he gave Newt a smile that projected itself as being troublesome loudly. He pulled over the remaining green rope, knot in place, and he held it out to Newt. "I helped you. Now you can help me." He had the harness on, and it tugged his black pants low on his hips and bared the elastic band of his boxer briefs. The white tank was runched up over navel (from cinching the harness on), and he gave Newt a crooked and entirely knowing grin. "Show me what you have learned, my Newt."