Horatio: *taps his shoulder* ...Hello, Alex. I'm sorry about your son.
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*he stopped and looked at you for a moment, before smiling slightly, a pained one*
Alexander: It’s alright- thank you. He lived a wonderful- *he swallowed* life.
POV: YOU HAD ALWAYS SEEN ALEXANDER HAMILTON AS A VERY GOOD FRIEND, AND ONE DAY YOU NOTICED HIM WALKING DOWN THE CITY STREETS, ALONE, TALKING TO HIMSELF. WHEN YOU ASKED A PERSON NEARBY WHAT HAPPENED THEY SIMPLY REPLIED “HE IS WORKING THROUGH THE UNIMAGINABLE… HE LAST HIS SON TWO DAYS AGO”; (NO JOKE RPS OR OCS AND… I KINDA MAYBE SORTS CRIED WHILE TYPING THAT)