Burr thinks Hamilton might be lying. That he is younger than he says. It's been easy for Hamilton to convince himself of lies in the past. To defend then like truths.

But then Hamilton is pulling him up, kissing him, and Burr lets himself be claimed. Makes a little pleased sound, and lets his hands wander down, cupping Hamilton's stomach, jutting between them.

"Twins," Burr says, against skin. "you're going to get so big," a little tease, but he loves the idea.