[ They stand together for a while in silence but before long a little flame of awkwardness begins to take light somewhere in the depths of Cambridge's mind. A frown forms, quiet and barely perceptible against the strands of Oxford's hair, and then - as quickly as he had pulled Oxford in to the hug in the first place - he slackened his arms. The frown is gone by the time Cambridge is holding Oxford by the shoulders at arm's length and is replaced instead by a pensive look of scrutiny as he inspects Oxford's features. ]
Go and make us some tea, won't you?
[ Pro-activity is clearly the key here; none of this skulking around the shadows wallowing in one's own survivor's guilt. ]
I'll get dressed and then we can plan something for the rest of the day.
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Go and make us some tea, won't you?
[ Pro-activity is clearly the key here; none of this skulking around the shadows wallowing in one's own survivor's guilt. ]
I'll get dressed and then we can plan something for the rest of the day.