He doesn't know anything. Why do they all thing Burr rejects the company for insult? He is not mad at Alexander, not punishing him, but--
It rankles. That Burr must go back, that he needs to. He wants to be alone. He needs to be alone. He is too vulnerable now. Stripped down. There hasn't been a moment to himself. Not since before--unless Theo sleeping outside the study door counted as alone.
"I will return before he wakes," Burr says. "I just need rest, first. Truly." Thinks he will panic without it, if he is pushed anymore. He'll just sleep a few hours, then steal back to that chair at Hamilton's bedside. Though he doesn't want to. He wants to book a carriage and go.
"You might take something--here," unwinding his cravat and shoving it clumsily into Ned's hands. The smell won't be right--not after Jefferson and the potions. It will have to do.
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It rankles. That Burr must go back, that he needs to. He wants to be alone. He needs to be alone. He is too vulnerable now. Stripped down. There hasn't been a moment to himself. Not since before--unless Theo sleeping outside the study door counted as alone.
"I will return before he wakes," Burr says. "I just need rest, first. Truly." Thinks he will panic without it, if he is pushed anymore. He'll just sleep a few hours, then steal back to that chair at Hamilton's bedside. Though he doesn't want to. He wants to book a carriage and go.
"You might take something--here," unwinding his cravat and shoving it clumsily into Ned's hands. The smell won't be right--not after Jefferson and the potions. It will have to do.