The room is submerged in technicolour; sunlight treads tentatively through makeshift curtains - ripped shirts tacked up to the windows, hand-dyed this morning - and illuminates them both.
It has been two weeks since the departure of James Hamilton Senior. Today, they decide to exile the last remnant of him from their home. They banish his memory, of course, by vandalising his clothes.
In the midst of a loss, Hamilton and his mother find solace in one another.
They have come to rely on one another, in a way. Perhaps it is unhealthy, and perhaps John’s inability to recall a time when Alexander Hamilton was not at the forefront of his mind should be more of a concern, but he does not care.
(He cares too much.)
They live through the hurricane that is life together because they dare not brave it alone.
5 times John Laurens gets a call about Alexander Hamilton, and one time Alex gets a call about John.