Burr couldn't go after him of he tried. The moment Hamilton steps away, eyes promising violence, Burr crumples. There is nothing to hold him up, and moreover--
Moreover Burr needs to hide himself. He's thick, still. Slow and sluggish with heat and panic. Hamilton is calling for his pistols, intending to draw blood, but Burr feels like something far away. No, not far away, because then these sensations would be muted, as opposed to the total over proximity of things. Carved out, gutted. He needs to hide himself. To get away from the racket, before the children wake and come to see what is going on.
"Don't die," he says, a hoarse insistent thing threatening more tears. "Don't do anything that will take you from me. I'll kill myself if they hang you."
He might have offered platitudes. He didn't hurt me, it wasn't his fault, it just--it just felt so good. But it doesn't matter. Hamilton will want blood regardless of the why or how. And it is his right.
He'll pull himself into the study when Hamilton goes. Sit with his back against the door, listening to the footsteps of the servants. Uncork the potion and drink, drink, drink.
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Moreover Burr needs to hide himself. He's thick, still. Slow and sluggish with heat and panic. Hamilton is calling for his pistols, intending to draw blood, but Burr feels like something far away. No, not far away, because then these sensations would be muted, as opposed to the total over proximity of things. Carved out, gutted. He needs to hide himself. To get away from the racket, before the children wake and come to see what is going on.
"Don't die," he says, a hoarse insistent thing threatening more tears. "Don't do anything that will take you from me. I'll kill myself if they hang you."
He might have offered platitudes. He didn't hurt me, it wasn't his fault, it just--it just felt so good. But it doesn't matter. Hamilton will want blood regardless of the why or how. And it is his right.
He'll pull himself into the study when Hamilton goes. Sit with his back against the door, listening to the footsteps of the servants. Uncork the potion and drink, drink, drink.