"Come here," Hamilton says, "why won't you come here," because he wants to groom Burr and scent him and Burr is so far away. Burr is far away on purpose, and he won't come closer. He is rejecting Hamilton. Slow, petting strokes just feel like another way to create distance. Hamilton is not comforted.
His mind whirls: not a frenzy, but something like it, digging up the nasty, painful things in the chasms in his heart, the places where he buried everything before New York.
He pushes Burr's hands away. He never wanted you, it was always a sham, it was desperation, it was the pregnancy. "You don't want me," he accuses. That's why he went to Jefferson, because you're not good enough. "Don't touch me -- don't touch me that way. Am I so repulsive?" You are disgusting, and he knows it. "If you want to go, then go."
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His mind whirls: not a frenzy, but something like it, digging up the nasty, painful things in the chasms in his heart, the places where he buried everything before New York.
He pushes Burr's hands away. He never wanted you, it was always a sham, it was desperation, it was the pregnancy. "You don't want me," he accuses. That's why he went to Jefferson, because you're not good enough. "Don't touch me -- don't touch me that way. Am I so repulsive?" You are disgusting, and he knows it. "If you want to go, then go."