#yeah. yeah!

when Hamilton is on his deathbed, after the kids have already said their tearful goodbyes and he's been slipping farther and farther, Eliza notices him mumbling something. she leans in.

"Philip."

she assumes he's asking to see the baby, because she had asked Angelica to look after the little one while the rest of the kids came in to see their father. he would have been confused and upset, wouldn't have understood what was happening, why Papa couldn't hold him, and Eliza hadn't been able to even take the thought of it-

Alexander lifts his trembling hand, fingers outstretched. reaching. glassy eyes are fixed to a point just beyond Eliza's shoulder.

"Philip... Philip."

a shiver drips down her spine. she glances behind herself, tears blurring her vision. she sees nothing, of course.

Eliza clasps that reaching hand between both of hers.