𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 [𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳]

Frozen In a Warm Place

Alexander hadn't remembered falling asleep, nor leaving his own home, when he had woken up. He didn't seem to remember Jefferson taking him away from his home, and showering him. He didn't remember being dressed in warm and overly large clothing that hung off of him. He didn't remember being put to sleep in a master's bed, surrounded by too many blankets and pillows to count. However, with the new wardrobe, wet hair and unknown environment, it didn't matter what he remembered and what he didn't. He already knew that everything happened.

He groaned as soon as he woke up, a sharp pain shooting through his head like a missile, Alexander placing it as a headache. He sat up, rubbing his eyes open and having to slap himself to wake up fully. He expected to be squinting at a bright light, perhaps the morning sun or the bedroom light being on, but the only light near him was a soft glow under the closed door, promising that the rest of the house was alive.

Alexander felt a surge of anxiety hit him as he glanced around, studying where he was. He couldn't tell if he was familiar with the area or not, since the entire room was shrouded in darkness, but he knew that this wasn't his own home. The bed and blankets were far too comfortable to be something Hamilton would own, far too big as well. Though, there was something familiar with his surroundings, something he couldn't place. Alexander carefully slid out of the bed, walking around as if on eggshells to avoid something like the floor creaking.

He walked around the perimeter of the room aimlessly, the tips of his fingers dragging over the smooth surface of the wall in an attempt to find the light switch. Which, he found next to the door he had discovered earlier, hesitantly flicking it on. To his surprise, it wasn't a harsh light, more of a soft golden glow than anything else.

Alexander studied the room, before swallowing. No wonder he recognized it, he was here not even a night ago. Jefferson's home. The sudden knowledge sprouted multiple questions in Alexander's mind, far too many for Alexander to leave silent in his mind. Alexander hesitantly opened the door to the room, silently slipping out before finding his way into the bathroom, studying his appearance in the mirror for a moment. His hair was wavey from having it air dry, him knowing that Thomas had somehow gotten him into the shower. Though, his skin wasn't red as it always was after showers, so Alexander must have been asleep for a while.

He was clearly dressed in Thomas's clothing, head to toe. The magenta button up he was currently wearing went down to his knees, the black sweatpants far beyond his feet. He looked like some child, playing dress up in his father's closet. He looked like an idiot, above all else.

Alexander scoffed at his own reflection, rolling his eyes before shutting off the light, leaving the room. The outfit would have looked nice on somebody else, like Jefferson, but definitely not him.

Alexander hesitated by the stairs for a moment, not sure how he would confront Jefferson. What was he to do, complain about the other taking care of him? Yes, that is what he's to do. Alexander took a deep breath, before hurriedly making his way downstairs, finding Jefferson in the living room. He stood behind the couch for a moment, out of the other's sight, before moving to sit in front of him, hands clasped together on his bouncing knee.

The Virginian was reading a book, of which the title Alexander couldn't read, while drinking a cup of.. Tea? He couldn't tell, but with the small paper hanging out from the edge of the mug, a string connected to it, it was clear he wasn't drinking coffee. Jefferson's posture was comfort in its definition, one leg crossed over the other, him leaning back on the cushions of the sofa behind him, his arm hung over the board as if wrapping his arm around another person. His facial expression wrote nothing but relaxation and calmness, something Alexander had never seen written on his face. However, after a few moments, when Thomas flipped his page, shut the book and looked up at Alexander, something flashed over his face for a moment before it shifted to irritation and amusement.