"I have no bond with him," Burr is quick to say, an obvious lie. He can't look Ned in the eye, and what he'd said earlier--about enjoying it. It obviously isn't true.
But it doesn't feel like a lie now, far away from him. But. Imagining him. His elegance, the lithe gracefulness of his form, pushing Burr away with a foot. Reaching inside him with fingers. The things he'd said--Burr wouldn't stop him, if he found Burr now in a deserted hallway and bent to kiss him. Burr wouldn't be able to. Fear and arousal--he'd given up on either being intertwined. But now he's not so sure.
And he doesn't want to think about it.
"I'm tired," he says, "I need to rest," begging off Ned's company. He doesn't know how long they'll be here. But he'll have to take more, soon. Of the potion, to ensure nothing takes. And Ned needs rest too, if he is to see to Hamilton once he wakes. And Jefferson, too, if the man's own doctor has not yet been secured.
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But it doesn't feel like a lie now, far away from him. But. Imagining him. His elegance, the lithe gracefulness of his form, pushing Burr away with a foot. Reaching inside him with fingers. The things he'd said--Burr wouldn't stop him, if he found Burr now in a deserted hallway and bent to kiss him. Burr wouldn't be able to. Fear and arousal--he'd given up on either being intertwined. But now he's not so sure.
And he doesn't want to think about it.
"I'm tired," he says, "I need to rest," begging off Ned's company. He doesn't know how long they'll be here. But he'll have to take more, soon. Of the potion, to ensure nothing takes. And Ned needs rest too, if he is to see to Hamilton once he wakes. And Jefferson, too, if the man's own doctor has not yet been secured.