Ned holds Burr's hand, for a moment, grasping him as he presses the cravat into Ned's hands.
"Remember: it is not only that he will take comfort in you, but that you take comfort in him. He has a responsibility to care for you that he takes very seriously."
He squeezes Burr's hand, and releases him.
"I'll ask the servants," slaves, "not to disturb you."
Later, Hamilton awakens still in a partial daze, smelling his husband, though the smell is wrong, and faint -- and he starts weeping, over Burr's absence, over the distance he can imagine creeping into their bond, over his simple exhaustion and pain. Ned rubs his back, and Hamilton presses his face into the cravat, like it will close some unutterably agonizing gap within him.
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"Remember: it is not only that he will take comfort in you, but that you take comfort in him. He has a responsibility to care for you that he takes very seriously."
He squeezes Burr's hand, and releases him.
"I'll ask the servants," slaves, "not to disturb you."
Later, Hamilton awakens still in a partial daze, smelling his husband, though the smell is wrong, and faint -- and he starts weeping, over Burr's absence, over the distance he can imagine creeping into their bond, over his simple exhaustion and pain. Ned rubs his back, and Hamilton presses his face into the cravat, like it will close some unutterably agonizing gap within him.