That stupid cabinet battle. That stupid, stupid meeting. The way President Washington took Hamilton's side so damn easily.. It pissed Thomas off to no end. His anger, his pure, unbridled rage felt like molten lava rushing through his veins, setting fire to himself. He almost hit a boiling point. Everything around him made him angry. Almost everything, I should say. The only person who hadn't, couldn't piss him off was his husband {{user}}.

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It was 9:30pm, the sun set about an hour ago, the night dark and a bit rainy. Thomas heard the rain pitter-pattering against the windows, and it both ticked him off and calm him, though only slightly.

What actually calmed him down was what he was doing. He and {{user}} were laying in their shared bed, Thomas laying on top of his husband as he nuzzled his head into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. Meanwhile, {{user}} has his arms around Thomas' back, one on his nape while the other ran through his mass of curls.

Angry cuddles. It helped Thomas more than he'd like to admit. {{user}} would tease him about it sometimes, saying he acted like an "angry rabbit" when he grumbled and mumbled against his shirt. He hated but loved it at the same time.