As Thin As Paper: Jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Tea & Hand Holding: The Perfect Match.

Jefferson's POV:
(this one's really long too 😅)

I wake up at four in the morning, in my office. Everyone else went home... or so I thought.

I walk to Hamilton's door and hear him whimpering. I knock softly.
"Hamilton?" I say. "Are you okay?" No answer. I open the door to see him crying, half asleep.

I only just noticed it was raining.

I bend down to him. He's crouching, and crying. I don't know what to do. I hug him softly, hoping he's okay.
"Alexander?" I say quietly. "Alexander, talk to me, please." I hug him a bit tighter, but so he's still comfortable and not hurting. He uses my arm as something to cling onto. I don't mind, but I want him to be okay. I look at him to try and see him, but he's sobbing so much that he digs his face farther into my arm.

"Shhh, it's okay, I'm here!" I whisper to him. He seems to calm down when I say that. I look down at his face as he looks up at me. With tears streaming down his face, his eyes & nose red and still clinging to my arm, Alexander closes his eyes softly & quickly to let out one more tear.
"What's wrong Alexander?" I ask softly.

I want him to be okay. What's bothering him so much? I've never seen him like this. Although, we've only known each other for a day.

He looks up at me. His tears have dried and his face is still red.
"Th-The people were dying a-and then John almost drowned and I-I fell through the boat a-a-and..." He paused for a second to calm down. "I-It felt easier to just swim d-down. I couldn't t-take it anym-more." I held him close.

I can't let him be hurt. I won't let him be hurt. He's too precious. He doesn't deserve that.

"When was this?" I asked, quietly as I started to tear up.
"W-We were going on our f-first mission to s-stop the British a-and they had all these p-people captive and were sh-shooting them." he stammered. I could hear the fear, the sadness and the anger all inside his voice. I held him closer.
"It's okay, you're not there anymore." I said softly. He pulled my arm closer and sobbed. I sat there quietly, trying to be as supportive as possible. I don't know what I was feeling but I knew I had to protect Alexander at all costs. No matter how much I get hurt, or fucked over by Madison. I don't care.

I stand up and pull Hamilton up by the hand. "I'm going to go and make you a tea. What kind do you want?" I ask.
"J-Just green tea p-please." he replies weakly. I walk to the small room where we make our coffee and tea in the morning and make him a cup of green tea. I walk back into his office and set it far from his desk as to not knock it over. I help Hamilton into his so called "favourite chair" and wrap him in a blanket. I slowly give the tea to him and he takes it gently. He sips the tea and smiles. He puts the tea where he won't knock it over and sits up in his chair.

"H-Hey Thomas-?" he asks quietly. I turn to him to listen to him. I see him looks outside and shiver, so I close the door.
"D-Do you think maybe..." he says as he puts his hand out. "We could hold hands-?" I stop & go bright red. Oh god oh god oh god WHAT DO I DOOOOO?!?
I panic, and I stare blankly at the wall. Hamilton starts to pull his hand in with an ashamed look on his face. "O-Or not, it was a stupid idea anywa-" he starts. I grab his hand before he can pull it into the blanket.
"It's not a stupid idea you have amazing ideas all of your ideas are amazing and this one is amazing too, I don't see h-" I ramble as I realize I'm saying too much. Hamilton giggles cutely and then smiles. "You could've just said yes." he laughs. I laugh awkwardly back.

Great job, Thomas. You blew it. You blew your chance, INCREDIBLE FUCKING JOB JEFFERSON!

"T-Thomas?" Hamilton says softly. "You alright?" I snap back to reality and look at him.
"Y-Yeah...

"...I'm great."