Martha came in with a sigh of relief to which John shot up and hurried to turn down the music so they could hear her talk. Alexanders face scrunched up in distaste. Yet he still sat there patiently and listened to her. "Alexander! We had no idea to where you disappeared to you! I see you have met two of our kids," She flashed a smile over to John and Lafayette before returning her attention back to Alex. "Follow me I'll take you to your room." She didn't wait for a response before she was ushering him out of the room and to a different room towards the end of the hall. "Now Alexander I've read your file and I saw that you would get into a lot of fights." She started. "Fighting is not tolerated here and we will treat you like our own kid and put you on punishment or restrictions. As well as there is a curfew unless we give you permission to not stay up late." Martha continued. Not waiting for Alexander to speak even though he wanted to butt in. After she stopped speaking which Hamilton zoned out as his mind would wander back to John and his freckled face and beautiful eyes. Alex wishes he had the courage to get up in his face and attempt to count all the freckles that would resemble stars in clear night skies over in Nevis. Before he knew it he was in a large room, yet only two beds were in there. Even though they were in a large house he expected the room to have at least many beds. He's always had to share rooms with at least three other kids so this was new. "Who am I sharing with..?" he asked quickly. Walking to the unoccupied bed. It seemed to be untouched in a while, the sheets were white with a black thick blanket for how cold it would get at night. "Oh! John Laurens stays in this room, he usually hangs out with Lafayette though to do homework." Hamilton could only nod as he set his small duffel bag down, walking around after she left and closed the door after her. Slowly but surely pulling out his writing supplies and placing them cautiously on the desk on his side, putting his few clean clothes away. He observed the room and curiosity got the best of him as he went over to see what was all over the walls on John Laurens side. There were news articles about equal rights along with post-it notes with small rants about how minorities need to be treated fairly and his ambitious plans to give them equal rights. Drawings were up there as well and Alex had to admit. He was impressed. He wanted to be that talented. The boy was torn out of his thoughts at the sound of many kids down the stairs in what he guessed was the living room. They must be returning from school. He started freezing up when he heard the familiar voice of Thomas Jefferson walking up the stairs and to his room. Knocking on the door "Laurens? Are you in there?" his southern accent was thick. Alexander saw red and he rushed to the door and practically threw it open. Glaring at him "We never finished our argument, Jefferson."