Tale of A Widow

Meet Me Inside

Lee, do you yield?

You shot him in the side

"Hamilton. Laurens." Washington glared at the two who kept their heads down, refusing to look at anyone.

"You can deal with them during the intermission, sir," Aspen said. Washington nodded, focusing on the show before them. Hamilton and Laurens breathed a sigh of relief before doing the same.

Yes, he yields

I'm satisfied

Angelica isn't, Aspen thought cheekily.

Yo, we gotta clear the field

Go
We won

Here comes the general

This should be fun

"We're fucked," Hamilton murmured to Laurens who nodded in agreement.

What is the meaning of this?
Mr. Burr, get a medic for the general

Yes, sir

Lee, you will never agree with me
But believe me, these young men don't speak for me
Thank you for your service

Let's ride

Hamilton

Sir

Meet me inside

Hamilton gulped, shrinking away from Washington slightly. Washington didn't notice.

Meet him inside
Meet him inside
Meet him inside, meet him, meet him inside

Son
Don't call me son

Why? Philip wondered.

This war is hard enough
Without infighting

Lee called you out
We called his bluff

You solve nothing, you aggravate our allies to the south

You're absolutely right, John should have shot him in the mouth
That would've shut him up

Son

I'm notcha son

Watch your tone

Everyone (except Hamilton and Washington) felt as if they were watching a father and son confrontation.

I am not a maiden in need of defending, I am grown

Charles Lee, Thomas Conway
These men take your name and they rake it
Through the mud

My name's been through a lot, I can take it

Well, I don't have your name
I don't have your titles
I don't have your land
But, if you

No

I know what you're going to ask, Alexander, and my answer is no, Washington thought as he watched his actor and Hamilton's actor interact.

If you gave me command of a battalion, a group of men to lead
I could fly above my station after the war

Everyone watched as the two on stage started to talk on top of each other, the air becoming tense around them.

Or you could die and we need you alive

I'm more than willing to die

Your wife needs you alive, son, I need you alive

Call me son one more time

Hamilton flinched harshly, expecting to be slapped by Washington for raising his voice at him. Even if it wasn't him, it was about him so surely he had done that. After a few minutes of his eyes being shut tight, one arm shielding his head, he slowly opened one eye to see Washington watching him with extreme concern. When Washington raised his hand to pull Hamilton closer, his heart broke when the man flinched violently, moving away from him.

"Ham- Alexander," Washington murmured gently, resting his hand on the man's tense shoulder after noticing the tears in his eyes, as well as the utter fear that shone in them. "I'm not going to hit you. Why would I? You haven't done that yet, and even if you do raise your voice at me, I would expect it. it was a heated argument, a heated moment, we both started to talk on top of each other and were raising our voices. Why would I punish you when I wouldn't have punished myself?" Hamilton remained silent, still shaking slightly as Washington pulled the boy into his chest, rubbing his back.

When Alexander had flinched away from Washington the first time, Aspen had taken Es into her arms so that she wouldn't get hurt if Hamilton tensed up at all.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, clutching onto Washington's jacket like a child would after a nightmare. Washington shushed him slightly, putting the hand that wasn't on Hamilton's back on the top of his head and carding his fingers through his auburn hair. Soon, Hamilton was asleep in the general's arms, tear tracks staining his face.

"Is he okay?" Lafayette asked. Everyone was scared and surprised when Hamilton had reacted so harshly to when his actor counterpart had shouted at Washington's actor counterpart.

"He will be," replied the general as he glanced over at Lafayette. "He just needs rest." Nodding, Lafayette moved so that he was on Hamilton's other side, resting his head on the man's shoulder as Washington smiled, placing his hand around the two boys and humming slightly. Soon enough both of them were sound asleep as the song continued.

Go home, Alexander
That's an order from your commander

Sir

Go home