[ Oxford reaches up to catch Cambridge's hand with his own, keeping it pressed against his shoulder for a moment before letting his own hand drop once again. He raises his head to look up at Cambridge once again, and try as he might inject a little humour into his voice, the smile on his face is strained, his eyes are lost and his tone isn't quite there, uncharacteristic, almost fragile sounding. ]
Hasn't been working so far, has it?
[ Without directly wanting to, the emotion that's tumultuously pouring around Oxford's head seeps from him, enough to drift to Cambridge's mind. Though he reigns it back in quickly, his expression falters and his gaze drops once again, his jaw quickly tightening, habitually, at the telepathic slip. There's something pleading in there, a want to ask Cambridge for some kind of comfort without knowing how to. ]
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Hasn't been working so far, has it?
[ Without directly wanting to, the emotion that's tumultuously pouring around Oxford's head seeps from him, enough to drift to Cambridge's mind. Though he reigns it back in quickly, his expression falters and his gaze drops once again, his jaw quickly tightening, habitually, at the telepathic slip. There's something pleading in there, a want to ask Cambridge for some kind of comfort without knowing how to. ]