(You’re John Laurens, pretend you didn’t die for the sake of this story-)

It was a normal day, Eliza was out raising funds and spreading awareness with her sisters, Phillip was off at school, and Alexander was in his office writing like he usually does. He was writing a letter up to Washington, it was about his position and basically apologizing for what had happened in the cabinet meetings (though he wasn’t at all sorry) that’s when he heard the door creak open to his office, there he saw his friend, war companion, best man, and even crush at some points; John Laurens.

“Hello Laurens.”

He greeted, not bothering to look up at you, his voice proving just how insomniac he was.