Alexander felt like hell.. like absolutely—just writing and writing, good lor-

Clink. Alexander’s weak eyes glanced at the sudden sound of tea being placed, his hand resting against his own forehead.. probably trying to hold up himself. “..Who goes there—“

“Aaron Burr, sir.” Aaron responded, in a monotone voice, as Alexander mumbled a questioned ‘huh?’.

“Good evening, Alexander.”

Aaron spoke, leaning back up straight, Alexander quietly looked up at him, more confused than anything—obviously, “Good… er—evening. What is all of this?” He said, slipping his fist to his cheek now.

“Sorry-?”

“You brought me tea, what’s with that.” Alexander replied, Aaron knew he’d be confused for the tea—considering he didn’t ask.

Aaron chuckled a bit, “Well quite silly I’ll admit. I thought you looked like you were at the brink of passing out.” He spoke, with a bit of an amused memory of it, I mean—Alexander was looking more dead than anything.

“… I take slight offense.” Alexander muttered, silently glaring at him for a moment, but the other man shrugged, patting his shoulder with his hand.

“I just thought that scenario wouldn’t be convenient for anyone here..” He muttered, Alexander freezing up from the touch—red in the face faster than he’d judge James Madison for it himself, even Aaron was unsure of the pat idea.

Alexander sighed it off, of course, as he shook his head. “D'aww, you care about me.” That annoyed Aaron a bit, not terribly however. “I care about savin—well, perhaps more of.. not making things harder than they already are—“

“For me?”

“For convenience sake, damnit..” Aaron replied to Alexander’s obvious flirtation, GOD it got annoying at times.

Aaron’s hand still on his shoulder—he soon was about to slip it off Alexander, “I’ll be on my way now, don’t pass out, will you?” Then, Alexander tightened his grip his hand, holding Aaron’s hand, confusing Aaron.

“My first friend, my dearest… enemy.” Alexander whispered, pulling Aaron’s hand close and kissing his knuckles, silently flushing Aaron.