Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

74: Revealed.

Aaron Burr had been worried greatly in the time his son had been gone, even if he knew that he'd probably be fine. After all, his son was sort of able to usually toughen things out, so he'd still be about the same when he got back from his stay. But.. he was still his son, and considering he had basically forced the poor boy to live with some college class-mate of his who hated his guts.

Funnily enough, he did hear from Alexander that they were getting along, so there wasn't anything for him to ponder over. The thoughts of his sons possible fate swirled in his mind though, and he hadn't even realized until he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from a distance that he had been pacing around the porch of his house.

He stopped with a sigh, holding his hands behind his back. Perhaps he should pay a visit to the poor boy sometime soon.

He then lifted his head—hearing the footsteps from afar slowly getting closer. And he arched a brow. There was a man—well.. a young man walking up to the gate of his house. It was a young looking man with eyes of ocean-blue, freckles plastered all over his light brown skin, and his dark chocolate curls bouncing as he walked. Something looked.. strangely familiar about the man.

He blinked, realizing who it was.

"Uh.. hey, Mr. Burr, sir."

The young man spoke—his voice soft but polite. It was practically a different person's voice compared to how he sounded the last time they saw eachother. Aaron arched a brow, and spoke.

"..hello, Phillip."

He tilted his head to the side. The young man appeared to be holding a thin envelope in his grasp as he stood at the gate. Aaron stepped off of the porch, beginning to make his way to the gate with a still slightly puzzled expression.

"What are you doing here?" Aaron inquired.

"Your, uh.." Phillip swallowed. "Your son wanted me to give you a letter. Even though he.. could have just gave it to you himself."

Aaron stared blankly, and Phillip cleared his throat.

"Ah—sorry. Here ya go, Mr. Burr."

He reached out his arm, handing over the thin envelope. Huh.. that was odd. Why wouldn't his son just come over to give him the letter? They could have talked if he had wished. Usually when he was gonna give him a letter but had someone else deliver it, he was either busy, or he was too ashamed or upset to talk about it ij person.

..it was always possible that it was the first option, but Aaron pondered over the possibility of it being the last option, and became worried.

Aaron took the envelope, and let his eyes scan over it. "..thank you." He blinked, and looked up. Phillip glanced to the side. Aaron hadn't ever seen much of Phillip, but he had remembered the kid was always really polite to other people, especially those his father actually worked with. So it was a real surprise to see him acting so.. enraged the last time he saw him.

"..how are things?" Aaron asked.

"Huh? Oh.. uh.. they've been goin' good. My days been pretty—" Phillip replied.

"I meant with my son."

"..oh. Uh.. it's been.. its been fine. He's.. I guess he's just—not as bad as I thought he'd be."

"I see." Aaron paused. "..well, that's good. I figured with what my son told me about you, you might not get along so well."

"..wha.. what do you mean?"

"I.. don't really think that's important, young man. After all, you're getting along now. Why dwell on the things he said previously?"

Phillip paused, and replied. "..well.. yeah. I, uh.. I guess that's true." He sheepishly grinned. "Well, I'll see you around, Mr. Burr. It was nice talkin' to you though."