It was anything but lovely, a though that leaves Cameron closed off for a moment, expression clouding over, though he forces that away as quick as he can. There's no call to burden Jenny with the way his two-fold defeat hangs over him even a few weeks later. It's too fresh still and there's no getting around that here. (If his brother were here, if Divya were here, he doesn't doubt there would be other forms of retribution suggested now they can't take to the courts — his fault for waiting, his fault for trying to find another way out and believing in the reasonable nature of human beings, even of other men his age, and thinking that might win out. For that reason alone, it might be for the best he's here on his own.)

"It's beautiful," he says instead, polite smile on his lips. "Well worth a visit, although probably less exciting for you than for me. But no, I was there for a race, actually. The Royal Regatta — my brother and I row crew for Harvard. We came up for the competition. It was... a very close race." Brutally close, like so much else seems to be these days.