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Greenhouse ham and wash the first ball after that second war where they are once again wearing their house crest :)

He was admittedly astonished all things had gone well. As well as they could be, at least. Men had made comments to him, of course, but he had ignored them. And Hamilton had reversed any barbs as wonderfully as he could manage. You do not think the common soldiers is brave, sir? Might I inquire who it is you think carries out your orders?

He was exhausted by the time the last guest had left. He thought Lafayette might have to undress him in the very chair that he sat in, in the dining room, in which servants still moved around, cleaning the remains of the dinner and the dancing and the dessert. They avoided him, which was just as well.

Hamilton appeared. Being that he was still a young man, four hours of dancing did not appear to incapacitate him so fully. He was beautiful in the new jacket, his clothes tailored to be impressive. “I enjoyed that,” he said, and he sat in the next chair. He tilted his head. “You look worn.”

He made a noise of agreement. Hamilton stood up and moved in front of him, then took his hand and pulled. “Dance with me.”

“We seem to have lost our musicians.”

“I will hum.”

Hamilton arranged them, as was his usual habit. He wrapped Washington’s arm around his waist. Washington closed his eyes and felt Hamiton’s face in his chest. He was guided by the vibration of the man’s hum in his skin.