And Burr does feel--the way Alexander reacts, and he isn't who he has been since Burr came home. Since Hamilton dropped him on the floor of the entry, said--didn't care if Burr should live or die.

So Burr relaxes too, in what way one can, in the middle still of sickness of breakdown. He'd thought--he'd thought he would die. And Hamilton would leave him. And Hamilton would--so Burr pushes forward, buries his face there, clutches on with his hands, shaking, shaking.

He's crying again. He doesn't know why.

"I'm cold," he says, muffled into Hamilton's neck, wetted through tears.