It had been a long, enjoyable night for both of them, and Burr was drunk.
"You know, I was ten when I finally decide to do it."
"When you decided to do what?"
"When I decided to- you know" Burr gestured vaguely to his chest, and Hamiltons eyes went wide.
"No way?"
"Yeah. My uncle, he raised me for eight years then he died. I tried to apply to college so I could get a well paying job without having to get married but they wouldn't let me in for obvious reasons. So I did it, ran away, took a year or two to recover, and came back claiming to be some distant cousin and even though no one had ever heard of 'Aaron Burr' I knew too much about the family to not be part of it. Next semester, I was accepted into Princeton and that was that."
Hamilton spoke his next words carefully, not wanting to offended Burr after just getting him back.
"Is- is that the only reason why you-"
"No. I… always wanted to be different, but I figured it was just part of being a girl, that all of them felt wrong that way. That day wasn't the first time I thought about it but…. I guess beforehand I had a family to disappoint."
"I see. I-if you don't mind me asking, what was your name before Aaron? You don't have to tell me, just curious."
"I don't mind. I used to be Anastasia, Anna to family and friends"
Burr reached into his pocket and handed Hamilton a picture of what was probably the cutest little girl he'd ever seen
"That's the last picture taken of her."
"AWWWWWWWW you were so cute."
"Yeah I guess I was. You can keep it if you want."
"Whaaaaaaat really?!"
"Yeah I mean I don't need it anymore, and everyone who knew her is dead, so why not?"
"Good point. Hey Burr?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for trusting me with this stuff."
"No problem Alexander. Thank you for being trust worthy."