Your poker face has never been terribly impressive--
[ The telepathic slip hits Cambridge in a heavy wave, drenching him with the surplus of Oxford's sadness and a hot roar of emotion that threatens to bring him down. It was only a momentary slip from Oxford's end - any longer and Cambridge would really be struggling - but it was enough to send the technopath temporarily reeling. He turns his head aside sharply - as if the power slip had hit him like a slap to the face - but the hand on Oxford's shoulder remains solid and unwavering. He winces, struggling to breathe through the unexpected onslaught of emotion, and there's a moment of silence as Cambridge carefully attempts to disentangle his own feelings from those of the telepath.
But it doesn't change anything. Steadfast, Cambridge pulls his gaze up again and the hand on his shoulder drifts sideways to brush along the underside of Oxford's chin (Cambridge had missed that characteristic moment of fleeting tension along Oxford's jaw but he didn't need to see it to know that it had happened). ]
Like I said - [ Cambridge's fingers pause, hesitating on the flank of Oxford's jaw as he ducks his head to place a brief, cool kiss to his lips. ] - Chin up.
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[ The telepathic slip hits Cambridge in a heavy wave, drenching him with the surplus of Oxford's sadness and a hot roar of emotion that threatens to bring him down. It was only a momentary slip from Oxford's end - any longer and Cambridge would really be struggling - but it was enough to send the technopath temporarily reeling. He turns his head aside sharply - as if the power slip had hit him like a slap to the face - but the hand on Oxford's shoulder remains solid and unwavering. He winces, struggling to breathe through the unexpected onslaught of emotion, and there's a moment of silence as Cambridge carefully attempts to disentangle his own feelings from those of the telepath.
But it doesn't change anything. Steadfast, Cambridge pulls his gaze up again and the hand on his shoulder drifts sideways to brush along the underside of Oxford's chin (Cambridge had missed that characteristic moment of fleeting tension along Oxford's jaw but he didn't need to see it to know that it had happened). ]
Like I said - [ Cambridge's fingers pause, hesitating on the flank of Oxford's jaw as he ducks his head to place a brief, cool kiss to his lips. ] - Chin up.