"What..?"
"What the hell are you doing!?" Alexander practically screamed, grabbing John's wrist. "I can't lose you, do you understand that!?"
John only rolled his eyes. "you can lose me. You wouldn't care if I died. You only kept me here to be your stupid labrat!"
Alexander fell silent and sighed softly. "Peaches, I-"
"Don't call me that.."
Alexander let out a soft groan. "God da-.. fine.. John. I would care if you died, okay? You know why? Because I actually care for you."
"No you don't.."
"Yes I do! I wouldn't feed you or make sure you're sleeping okay if I didn't care for you!"
John didn't say anything, he just sighed.
"Let's go. We need to run some more test.." Alexander sighed, grabbing John's wrist.
//Y'all can decide with shots he uses again whoo
//Also!! I got permission from sweet peachy to rewrite some of her Hamilton fanfics so just comment some you want me to rewrite! Mwah!
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test - lams
Horrorstock·holm syn·drome noun feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.
