He pulls back enough to interrupt Burr with a kiss. It is a warm one, doubtless too obscene for the street, though, really, so was the letter.

"I am well," he breathes, finally, letting out the air it feels like he's held since he saw the soldiers hours ago. "I am very well, now." The tears are of relief, no more.

First thing's first: "It is imperative that this young man make it to General Washington," says Hamilton. "Laurens, I hate to send you back on your way when you are so tired, but the urgency of the task..."

"What about you?" asks Laurens. "Both of you."

"If he takes Aaron's horse, then Aaron and I can go and get mine -- and proceed slower." He takes Aaron's hand. "What do you think?"