You don't see colour until you touch your soulmate.
When Alexander Hamilton bumps into an attractive stranger on the street and colour blossoms before his eyes, he's ecstatic.
John Laurens, who is trapped in an incredibly homophobic environment, is understandably less so.
A/N: this could tie into my idea where Hamilton works for John's dad (which I might actually write))
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