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It was a stormy evening in New York. The thunder roared and the rain was relentless and harsh. The storm was unexpected at this time of year. Hamilton and his newlywed wife were going about their respective domestic chores when suddenly there was a knock at the door. The sound caused a slight sense of uneasiness in both of them.
The couple glanced at each other. The man nodded and began to approach the door.
‘Who could be traveling in this heavy storm’ he thought.
He put his ear to the door but only heard heavy breathing and the sound of teeth chattering. He opened the door cautiously to see a tall man shivering in the doorway. His thick dark curls were dripping with rainwater, his cloths clang to his body and his freckled face was pale. He could barely stand straight.
“JOHN” The shorter man exclaimed. “What are you doing out in the rain!?” Eliza heard the noise and came running.
“H-hey guys”, he replied with a weak smile and the most enthusiasm he could muster.
Eliza gasps. Alex quickly places himself under John’s left arm and places his hand on John’s back in order to help him stand up.
“Ya sure you can carry me, shortie?” John teases.
“Now’s not the time for jokes!” the Caribbean shot back.
Alexander helped his fellow soldier into the nearest room and sat him on a wooden chair. He bolts upstairs and comes back with clean, dry cloths and many towels. He unfolds one of the towels and rubs John’s thick curls in order to dry them.
“I can do that myself thank you very much.”
Alex let go of the towel. His eyes began to wander.
He noticed a bruise on john’s shoulder.
“How did this happen?” Alex inquired his eyes heavy with concern. “I uh fell off my horse. No big deal, you know the horses get wild sometimes!” The freckled man answered in a panicky tone.
Alex knew that was an excuse but he didn’t ask any more questions.
“Alright get dressed and come back to the living room. If you can't let me know. I’ll get the fireplace ready.”
Alex left the room and closed the door behind him.
Laurens actually got the bruise from a fight with his father but Alex didn’t need to know that.
The Caribbean grabbed some firewood and headed to the living room. He lit up the fire place, still worried about his comrade.
Few minutes later, Laurens enters the room, taking support of the wall as he had not gained his full strength yet.
He was wearing a white satin shirt, it belonged to Hamilton but he was more than willing to lend it. Though there was one detail that both of them forgot - John was taller and a lot more… let’s say well built compared to Alexander from all that horse riding. The shirt was too small for him and he was practically naked with how tight it was.
Hamilton tried but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the man standing in front of him.
However, his daydreaming was interrupted by, “Can I have a blanket?”
“Yeah, of c-course!” he stammered, ashamed that he was caught staring.
They head to the living room where Laurens sits next to the fireplace; Hamilton brings a blanket and wraps it around the other man’s shoulder.
Eliza enters the room with three cups of hot coffee. She offers coffee to her husband and his friend and then takes a cup for herself. For a moment they feel calm due to the blissful and comforting warmth of the beverage.
After they all finish their coffee, the panic in the air finally settles down.
“Pray tell Mr. Laurens what was so urgent that you burdened yourself to come here in the pouring rain?” She inquired worriedly.
“Do you not know that you could have caught pneumonia travelling in weather like this?” Hamilton added.
“Look nothing was gonna happen to me. I’m a soldier I was just adjusting my body to unfavourable conditions like I should.” He answered. “And besides I needed some help from the world’s best wordsmith in the world to complete my essays against slavery and send it to congress before everyone leaves for Christmas holidays.”