~Laurens pov~
A few days pass by and nothing really happens Hamilton and I only really made small talk and wrote to Congress asking for more supplies in case the British attack again. They didn't.
"I'm fucking bored" I mutter into the pillow and only receive a chuckle from an obviously tired Hamilton. "I wanna get shot so I have a better reason to feel like a waist of air-..!" Uncovering my face I see Alexander glaring at me. "Whaaat- it's true. I'd rather die now then when I'm not fighting for our country" the short ginger rubs his nose bridge and sighs "I'm not letting you die, John." I sit up and looks down. "You don't understand how important you are to me.. you're the closest friend, damn maybe even can I say family I've got-?.." I look up at him "family-? I'm considered family to you-..?"
"Yes-..!" He mutters the next bit ((*-cough cough*- aka considers him as husband material *-cough cough*- )) I nod slightly and lay down again.
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The rest of the day is pretty boring until Hamilton gets asked to leave for a few hours.. I don't do much those few hours he's gone, not like I do much other than fight and draw can't really do either right now so the floor is the best place to be. "Hello Mr. Ceiling- FUCK IM GOING INSANE"
"Wait what if it's a female"
"Can't be sexist to A FUCKING CEILING-"
"Cock"
Just like that Hamilton walks in.. out of breath-?
He puts his hand on the door, looks at me and mumbles something.
"I need you-..."
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