[ The sensation of being pulled closer and enveloped by Cambridge makes Oxford feel strangely safe for the first time in what seems like an eternity. The hands on Cambridge's hips move to let him curl his arms around him, splaying a warm hand across the still cool expanse of Cambridge's back. He presses his face to the crook of Cambridge's neck, lightly at first, then with a little less restraint, though still a little conscious of his bristly jaw potentially being a somewhat tickly irritant. The temporary quiet is something of a blessing, for the moment; it isn't weighed down by the heaviness of the discomfort they have been experiencing in each other's company recently, it feels more like it used to, albeit under very different circumstances. He remains quiet, eyes still tightly shut lest a little too much feeling starts to trickle down his cheeks. ]
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