Alexander is good at understanding himself. Usually. What he isn't good at is accepting himself. After constantly denying strong feelings, stepping away when someone starts to fall, and betraying the one he loves the most, Alexander finds himself suddenly lost and isolated. Is anything still worth fighting for? Or is it better to crawl away, wounded, and shot through the heart?

This is a continuation of my other story "New Roommates at 2 AM". It doesn't follow our characters on a day-to-day basis, but rather tells the story of the many adventures and mishaps of everyone's favourite historical dorks. I would suggest reading my first one before this, but the choice is yours. Big thanks to Kittenanimegirl13 who gave me the idea to do this :)

James has a nightmare, one that really shakes him up. He can't sleep, so he turns to his best friend, Thomas Jefferson. ((This was supposed to be a cute oneshot but as always, I went overboard. Lots of angst and fluff. No smut btw, I'm asexual. Sidenote: This is set before Alex and Eliza met, so he's a single pringle. They're all single and v gay. : Oh, and Laurens is aLIVe))