[ If Oxford were a lesser man, he would probably flinch, or recoil, at the shift in Cambridge's manner. Being as he is, he only does so internally, blinking hard at the stairs before his eyes lift to meet with Cambridge's. His jaw immediately clenches, as if to keep his tongue suitably caged so he doesn't come up with some biting remark to respond with. He paces his answer instead, waiting for the irritation flaring up in his chest to subside. The problem is that in times like this, Oxford always believes that he operates better on his own, because company puts him on edge, but herein lies the problem; Cambridge isn't keen to let Oxford have his solitude.
It's simultaneously smart and intensely annoying of Cambridge; Oxford knows without a pair of eyes keeping watch over him, he would probably go out and do something stupid. With said pair of eyes, however, he becomes more snappish and defensive, because it feels like an intrusion. No one really wins, either way - but then it isn't really about winning. ]
I'm hardly stellar company at the moment. [ He exhales, huffily. ] You wouldn't get much sleep if I did.
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It's simultaneously smart and intensely annoying of Cambridge; Oxford knows without a pair of eyes keeping watch over him, he would probably go out and do something stupid. With said pair of eyes, however, he becomes more snappish and defensive, because it feels like an intrusion. No one really wins, either way - but then it isn't really about winning. ]
I'm hardly stellar company at the moment. [ He exhales, huffily. ] You wouldn't get much sleep if I did.