[ Though he felt markedly frustrated with Cambridge's presence before, even ready to try and goad him into leaving with a few irritant, scathing remarks at this ungodly hour of the morning, he can't help the sudden shift in his mood. Now he feels ready to crumple on the spot, but he forces himself to remain upright, despite the weariness and weakness that have entered his knees.
He looks up at Cambridge tiredly, and his mind drifts back to the time they spent together after the incident in Paris. Once again, Cambridge gets to see Oxford at his most vulnerable, when he feels like only a quarter of the man he thinks he could be. Now he just feels wretched, and the guilt has overridden his other emotions. Just one allusion to being needed makes him think more broadly - he thinks of Darcy, and his eyes glaze.
He opens his mouth to speak- then closes it again, realising that he was about to apologise again. With a brisk movement he breaks away from Cambridge's gaze, hanging his head and shaking it lightly. ]
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He looks up at Cambridge tiredly, and his mind drifts back to the time they spent together after the incident in Paris. Once again, Cambridge gets to see Oxford at his most vulnerable, when he feels like only a quarter of the man he thinks he could be. Now he just feels wretched, and the guilt has overridden his other emotions. Just one allusion to being needed makes him think more broadly - he thinks of Darcy, and his eyes glaze.
He opens his mouth to speak- then closes it again, realising that he was about to apologise again. With a brisk movement he breaks away from Cambridge's gaze, hanging his head and shaking it lightly. ]