Oh, he knows he's brilliant. He knows the work would suit him better. "Don't flatter me. Damn you," he mutters, lifting his head to wipe away the tears that have been all too common lately. A gift from Burr? Tears. A nightmare? Tears. A torn shirt? Tears. Sometimes, it's unbelievably stupid, what draws it out of him. A dead fly, once, when he idly thought to himself I wonder how much larger than that my son is, and ended up weeping for ten minutes. Another time, he wrote an extremely handsome capital A, and then accidentally dripped ink on it, and cried at ruining it.
It's maddening. Burr almost caught him after that one, as he'd been writing in the diary Burr sent him, in the ink Burr bought him, in the library Burr left conspicuously open to his use, in the home that Burr owned.
"I should have tried harder to get rid of it." Him. Her. But he hadn't. He had accepted it, even welcomed it, though he'd been too afraid to look or think too directly about that welcome.
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Oh, he knows he's brilliant. He knows the work would suit him better. "Don't flatter me. Damn you," he mutters, lifting his head to wipe away the tears that have been all too common lately. A gift from Burr? Tears. A nightmare? Tears. A torn shirt? Tears. Sometimes, it's unbelievably stupid, what draws it out of him. A dead fly, once, when he idly thought to himself I wonder how much larger than that my son is, and ended up weeping for ten minutes. Another time, he wrote an extremely handsome capital A, and then accidentally dripped ink on it, and cried at ruining it.
It's maddening. Burr almost caught him after that one, as he'd been writing in the diary Burr sent him, in the ink Burr bought him, in the library Burr left conspicuously open to his use, in the home that Burr owned.
"I should have tried harder to get rid of it." Him. Her. But he hadn't. He had accepted it, even welcomed it, though he'd been too afraid to look or think too directly about that welcome.