Hamilton smells pain, and for an instant knows only the worst of fear. A flutter of anger follows, as -- is forbearance from being a tyrant when he could not a choice that should be appreciated? It's far from the only thing Hamilton has done for Burr; he has not condescendingly allowed it but has lent his efforts to assuring that others would accept and honor it.

In the end, it is not Burr who weeps, but Hamilton. He does not go, though he stays drawn back from his lover.

"Should I not fear for you?" His voice has gone broken. "Should I not fear the curse that has snatched away everyone I love will take you too?" The thought that he might wake to find Burr gone as his mother was, stolen so horrifically -- "Is it not -- is it not what I should do, to place your wants above that?" A soft and tremulous question. He wasn't raised to think it was what he should do. He was raised to think he should keep an omega tucked away in a domestic sanctuary.