When Jefferson called, just after noon, Laurens got to the phone first, to Hamilton's dismay. Anxiously surveying Laurens' face, he breathed a sigh of relief when he eventually passed the phone over, though not without a look of confusion.

"Jefferson." Hamilton winked at Laurens and mouthed a quick 'Thanks,' heading to the door. He didn't want Laurens to hear in case he asked for specifics.

"Alex listen, I've been talking to the editor and they can get this to print, depending on the size, within the next few days. What format do you want it?" He didn't even start with a hello, but Hamilton hadn't either so.

"A stand alone publication. A book of poetry. Letters."

"Well, we can't do that we can post it in the paper like we normally-"

"A book, Jefferson. It'll make sense when you read it."

"You know some of the funding will have to come from your own pocket. We can't just keep giving you everything you ask for, you work for me you know this? My rules."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. $2,000 for the first round of print. Email it on to me and transfer me the money ASAP and I'll get it out there and promote it as quickly as I can."

"Thank you, Sir."

"This better be worth it."

"It will be." Hamilton could hardly contain his excitement, "I promise, Sir. It'll be great."

They worked tirelessly all day until 8, when Laurens finally sat down next to Hamilton and put his hands over his, stilling the fingers that hand been typing with such haste. "Hey, it's late."

For the first time in hours Alexander dragged his aching eyes from his computer screen. "I didn't realise.."

"You can leave your bike here if you want I'll get us an Uber."

"Of course," Hamilton chuckled. Once Laurens' hands left his, his fingers were back to swiftly typing.

"Hey, stop that."

"Make me," he teased, half-challenging.

Laurens promptly accepted that challenge, snaking his arms around Hamilton from behind, and kissing his neck without any signs of relent. Those lips on his neck, Laurens' hair tickling him and getting in the way of the screen, he really was overpowered here. The tension in his shoulders and hands eased and he sighed, totally giving in. "You win." Laurens pulled Hamilton's chair back, so that it was at enough a distance from the table. He then sat on his lap, straddling him and the chair, and towering over him with a priceless grin. Hamilton's hands held his waist in place. Laurens' elbows fell upon his shoulders, his hands burying themselves in his hair. The sensation of being so surrounded my someone so beautiful constituted Hamilton's eyes to close involuntarily, a tired and contented smile taking over his lips.

"You're cute as fuck when you're tired. But you should learn how to relax, take it easy, babe."

Hamilton's eyes reopened, he knew how he looked. A mess. He was working on so little sleep, stress pulled at his eyes. Obviously, the furthest thing from cute, Laurens was only trying to flatter him. It was working, though.

"I have come accustomed to most definitions of most of the words of the English Language and Laurens, unfortunately I've never learned what 'relax' really means." He didn't want to talk about work, or how little he'd been doing recently. There was not enough time for all his words, and not enough time to spend with Laurens. Balancing the two would be hard, he knew this.

Laurens kissed his cheek, so tenderly. "Relax with me this weekend. After the protest. Stay with me. Take a break, god knows you need one. We'll have pizza in we won't need to cook. We can get up late and make breakfast at 1PM and just walk around Manhattan and take in the day. It'll be so nice, Hamilton. We can just cuddle the day away."

Trying not to wince, his brain screaming no, he let out the quietest sigh. "I would love nothing more. But I've a thesis to write and so much Law coursework to get through...I've so much on my plate.." Laurens was giving him puppy eyes. Which were actually more affective than any he'd ever seen. Those blue eyes just had their own way of burning right through his chest and into the depths of his heart. "Laurens..." to avoid giving a straight answer, he pulled him closer, until their lips met. Hamilton's were chipped and he knew they probably felt so uncomfortable against Laurens' perfectly soft pair, but there was no complaint made.

Everything slipped away when he kissed John Laurens. There was no outside world with endless words and thoughts screaming for his undivided attention. There was only the space where their lips met, that point in the universe being the pinnacle of everything that meant anything at all. Laurens' nipped at his bottom lip gently, grinning while he did so. Hamilton couldn't keep himself from smiling to, and wrapped himself around John. When he let his face fall away from Laurens', he buried it in his chest. "Let's spend the weekend together. You're right, it'll do me good."

"When am I wrong, Alexander," Laurens radiated nothing but happiness and it was so contagious.

"Don't flatter yourself," he teased back, letting his lips fall against Laurens' yet again, but only briefly. He then sat back, tilting his head back. "I've been writing you. But I can't show you just yet. You'll like it, though."

"Hamilton...stop fucking with my heart. Your words are beautiful they fuck me up...I might actually pass out next time around, just a word of warning."

"We'll see." Laurens bit his lip, raising an eyebrow, so curious. Hamilton could only hope that what he was doing would win Laurens' heart. Not that he hadn't already. He just needed, his heart craved, understanding on the level he was sure he was going to get. That meant writing every single thing he felt about Laurens down. And ...you know. Publicly publishing it as a book??

Fuck. What was he doing?