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Y w/greenhouse Alex?

Hamilton was upset. Not even upset in the manner that he usually was, stomping his feet and growling at people. He instead had decided on a Washingtonesque sulk, where he sat in his library all day in his chair and looked at nothing. (Washington knew it immediately.)

“I find my troubles bother me less when I share them,” Washington said. Behind him, a servant set down a tea set, and poured them tea and left several scones and jam. Hamilton stared with dull resentment at the pot, the cups, the food, and finally him.

“As if it matters to me, with your troubles,” Hamilton said, not moving from his curled ball. “Depart. I am thinking.”

“Drink your tea. Have you eaten nothing today?”

“Depart,” Hamilton said, louder, and his voice shook.

Washington reached out a hand, his palm open. Hamilton stared at him, at the offering. He curled tighter in his chair. Washington’s heart ached in his chest. He withdrew his hand and stood to walk next to the chair where his husband sat.

“Why are you here?” Hamilton said, to his knees.

“Because I love you,” Washington answered, softly. “And it pains me to see you tangled.”

There was a silence. Hamilton scooted over in his chair. Washington studied the space, which was much too small, and then managed himself into the chair and set his balled husband in his lap. Hamilton buried his face in Washington’s neckcloth and shook.