Why Won't You Sleep Like It's Going Out of Style (Hamilton)

Raise a Toast to Sleeping

In which Aaron comes home drunk and still has to take care of Alexander.

Or In which drunk Aaron pulls at Alex's tender heartstrings

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The next time it happened was when Burr went out. He usually didn't go out much without Alex egging him on, but his co-worker John Jay had gotten engaged and drinks were on the house after work.

A few drinks turned into an appropriate amount, then it turned into a lot. Aaron was rather comfortably inebriated, and someone had the thankful hindsight to call him a cab and pay in advance.

Once they reached his apartment, he stumbled out, mumbling a 'thank you' before making his way upstairs, barely missing death's grasp before getting into his home safely. He halfway stumbled into his home, feeling pretty sleepy, and was just about to collaspe onto the bed when he realized the absence of one Alexander Hamilton. Burr groaned and fought the drowsy haze to go check on him.

...

This time, he didn't even bother to argue with him, just turned off the monitor. "Burr, what the hell?" Hamilton spat, turning the monitor back on, illuminating the two again. "Go the bed to fuck Alexandra." Burr slurred, and that was all it took for Hamilton's anger to fade into concern. Standing, he took Burr to bed, staying with him. 

Alexander tucked Burr in, smiling when his partner let out an uncharacteristic yawn. Hamilton planned on going back to work once Aaron fell asleep, but all plans crashed once Burr latched onto his arm. "Stay?" He asked, and as Alex peered into Burr's dark pools, they hypnotized him, and surely he could rest for a few minutes?

He fell into a slumber and did not wake till noon next day.