He nodded again, shoulder's sagging under the weight of his brother's arm. It should have been such a warm, familiar touch but it felt suffocating.
"I know this is best." Aimé said, more forcefully this time, trying to build up his own conviction in the words. He looked up at Antoine. He had been so foolish, becoming infatuated with someone not even in of his own social rank. He had nearly destroyed his family’s chances with Lord Hurst today at the hunt and again by coming to this room. He had almost forgotten them, his duty to them.
“We should go back to the party. Lord Hurst will be missing us.”