A/N: Heyo, back with another chapter. Apologies for the lateness exams and all but I am back and ready to continue writing. Anyways let's get straight to the fic. Disclaimer: I do not own Hamilton. See you next chapter my awesome peeps ^_^
The immigrant let go of Jefferson and tried to push away but the Virginian held him close again. However he was doing something Alexander wouldn't think, he was rubbing his back slowly as a way to comfort him. Why was he doing this? Shouldn't he be mocking him for crying over a nightmare? The immigrant was confused by why he was comforting him, they weren't close in any means but here they were.
"Let go of me." Hamilton finally spoke out, his voice weak and strained from crying.
"You were having a panic attack from a nightmare. I may hate you but I'm not a monster." Jefferson couldn't leave him after that. Sure he didn't like the idea sleeping in the same room as him, hence the white string separating Alexander from Thomas.
"I wasn't…" The immigrant couldn't help but defend himself, he hated being seen as weak and defenceless. Although this just came across as stubborn which was in a way the truth.
"Right and I'm the king of England. Look Alexander I can't just leave you to go through it alone. If I did I would never get any sleep." Of course being stubborn as well he had to cover his actual concern, Thomas never did get along with him so when faced with something like this, it was different. "Want to talk about the dream? It might help you to get it off of your chest."
The immigrant was silent as he thought. Could he tell Thomas what happened in his dream? No, he would be seen as pathetic to still be thinking from back then, but he was showing actual concern and not fake. However he struggled to bring himself to agree to tell him, he wouldn't even had told Eliza so why him of all people? With a deep breath he figured it was best, even if he would be mocked and maybe have it used against him, he had enough of holding it all in.
As the immigrant told Jefferson of his dream, while trying not to break down a second time, the Virginian sighed as he kept him close. Jefferson couldn't imagine just what he was going through, it was obvious he was still thinking of the war, it was hard not to. Well he couldn't speak as he didn't even fight in it. Yet Hamilton did. It just made sense he was going through the nightmares many did back then but of course they didn't know what was the cause of it all but of course they knew it now and that made Jefferson feel another pang of concern.
He hated feeling this way, he was supposed to dislike him and be annoyed with the very idea of the immigrant and his ideas, yet when he was like this Thomas couldn't help but feel pity. The once strong, intelligent and stupid man was reduced to a shell of his former self. Maybe he was like this when he was alone? Jefferson didn't know and frankly didn't want to know. For now he pushed the thoughts aside, what came first was getting him calmer.
The Virginian did the one thing he knew, he started to hum a little tune as he kept a strong hold on Alexander, who had stopped struggling. The two sat there for a while before Jefferson realised something. As he stopped humming he had noticed Hamilton had fallen back asleep, his head tucked into the other and look about him as if he were in a peaceful sleep.
"If only you were like this when you were awake, it would save me a headache." Thomas muttered quietly as to not wake the sleeping immigrant. Jefferson sighed a little as he tried to pry himself away from the sleeping man however he had clung onto him as he tried to move away. Thomas shook his head a little and with a sigh he leant against the wall they were near and propped his head against it, as tiredness fell onto him as it was the middle of the night, he fell asleep.
As daylight broke into the vibrant purple of the curtains, Alexander woke. He felt tired still and wondered why, until the events of last night came to him. He let go of Jefferson and climbed back with a startled yelp that awoke the other.
"What happened last never happened okay?" Hamilton stood up. He couldn't believe he let himself become comforted by Jefferson of all people.
"Hamilton, it did happen and it is too early for this." The Virginian grumbled, he was not a morning person. However despite that he stood up and stretched a little, sleeping whilst sitting upright against a wall wasn't the most comfortable things. "Look, I'm not going to mock you or anything okay?"
"Why not? Shouldn't you be happy to?" Alexander glared at the other, now not being in the state he was in last night.
"No because as I said I am not a monster believe it or not. Besides anyone would know better than to mock someone from having nightmares about a war." Jefferson took his ground as he looked to the side to see the clock on the wall reading seven in the morning. Definitely too early, for a Sunday.
"Not that you would know." The immigrant didn't like how the Virginian was trying to act sympathetic, he never even fought in the war, and he was busy getting high with the French as he liked to think about it. Not with modest Frenchman like Lafayette but with those posh nobles.
"You're right I don't know but I do know it wasn't an easy fight. As much as I hate to say it but it takes a strong person to be able to go through a war and make it alive and manage to live a proper life again." Jefferson looked the opposite way.
"Did…you just admit I was a strong person?" The immigrant raised a brow.
"Yes, don't get a big ego over it though, you're still stupid as always."
"Me? A big ego? Perish the idea, besides I don't want to overshadow your ego." Alexander managed to smirk, ironically enough being around Jefferson was actually helping him.
"My ego? Please, I'm as subtle as can be."
"Yeah and I'm the king of England." This had lifted Hamilton's mood, something familiar grounded him more and it helped him become more comfortable and more like him.
"You're using the same argument I used last night." Thomas smirked, he was somewhat glad Alexander was back to normal for now. He didn't know how he'd try and get him to stop moping around. "I would say you only do that because I am a genius and you have to copy from me."
"Then you should say that about the national bank. You couldn't even get rid of it. So I say that makes me the genius." As much as the two disliked each other, they couldn't deny that they both were intelligent people and that they both accomplished a lot.
The two headed downstairs and as the immigrant sat down on the sofa Jefferson went into the kitchen. He had come out after a while in there with a plate containing, two sausages, a fried egg, two bits of bacon and also two slices of toast. Trust Jefferson to overdo breakfast, he was a fan of good food after all. How he wasn't fat, Hamilton didn't know but he snickered at the idea.
"Whatever your thinking Hamilton I know I don't want to hear it." Thomas rolled his eyes as he placed the plate on the coffee table in front of them as he took a seat on the sofa next to Alexander. "Just for once in your life be quiet and eat okay? You did miss dinner last night."
"Since when did you care about my wellbeing?" Alexander raised a brow as he didn't hesitate as he began eating, he had forgotten how hungry he was. Of course he would be, he did skip dinner after all, just because he didn't like Jefferson.
"Since we became…" Jefferson trailed off to a mumble but Hamilton knew what he was going to say and as he stopped eating he raised a brow smirking.
"Didn't quite catch that." He smirked. Jefferson glared at the immigrant as he mumbled the word again, causing Alexander to repeat it.
"Friends." Thomas muttered. As much as he hated it, and how much he found Hamilton annoying, after last night they couldn't be enemies straight up. "Well more of acquaintances." He did still find Hamilton annoying but he couldn't bring himself to hate him either. More of that annoying friend you wanted to punch in the gut. Yeah that type of friend.
"You can't change what you meant. I knew you mean friends." Hamilton laughed a little as he met Jefferson's glare. It looked as if to say 'say anything else and I will punch you'. Not that the immigrant cared. No, he was just trying to get his head around it.
"I still hate you though." Thomas broke his glare as he began to eat and as he glanced at the immigrant he noticed that he had finished.
"Well I hate you too, so the feeling is mutual." However they both knew that they didn't hate each other but the words still hung around, as if it were a private joke.