Burr spits his piece of candy at Hamilton, when he denies him the chance to go outside, but then he nearly starts crying again for having lost his candy and cannot be consoled till Hamilton gives him another.
He walks for a long while, wearing circles in the dirt on the floor, but after a while he grows distracted by Hamilton, begins rubbing his head in Hamilton's scent gland, his own gland on Hamilton's skin. They need to smell of one another when the baby comes, he is sure of it, and then he grows agitated once more by the size of the small bed and commences to pulling the coverings onto the floor, closer to the fire, agitatedly arranging them in circle that he can borrow down into.
The cramps are growing worse, during this, to the point of actual pain as opposed to discomfort, though they are still not close together. He stops and grasps at Hamilton, grinding his head down into his chest, gasping.
"That one hurt," he says, shifting from foot to foot but unable to relieve the pressure. "I want to lay down," and he doesn't wait for permission, but drags Hamilton down with him, curling against him.
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He walks for a long while, wearing circles in the dirt on the floor, but after a while he grows distracted by Hamilton, begins rubbing his head in Hamilton's scent gland, his own gland on Hamilton's skin. They need to smell of one another when the baby comes, he is sure of it, and then he grows agitated once more by the size of the small bed and commences to pulling the coverings onto the floor, closer to the fire, agitatedly arranging them in circle that he can borrow down into.
The cramps are growing worse, during this, to the point of actual pain as opposed to discomfort, though they are still not close together. He stops and grasps at Hamilton, grinding his head down into his chest, gasping.
"That one hurt," he says, shifting from foot to foot but unable to relieve the pressure. "I want to lay down," and he doesn't wait for permission, but drags Hamilton down with him, curling against him.