What a hurricane. It was raining pretty roughly, no- fuck that, you better be lucky to wear boots because the water reached your ankles for gods sakes!
The rain got harder, Alexander turned and moved in bed, but he couldn’t sleep, the storm was scaring him a bit, leading to weak sobs. God, he was pathetic. The memories.. too hard to handle. He sensed his lover, Thomas, wasn’t laying beside him. The other side of the bed feeling no weight or warmth. Fuck it.
Alexander silently stood up, weakly rubbing his eye, before heading out of the bedroom.
Thomas had just been in his office, not really doing work but for once he actually decided to be a good Secretary of State for once. He held the quill, writing smoothly, till he heard some footsteps and the door opening,
“Hm? Hamilton, thought you were asleep, darling.” Thomas said, with a smirk resounding onto his lips. Alexander rolled his eyes, clearly tired, but it was obvious Alexander had some tears in his eyes. “I.. was, I guess.”
Alexander muttered under his breath, his hand holding onto the doorframe before he let go as he walked nearer to Thomas. Thomas noticed Alexander’s tired glance,
“Looking like shit, sweetheart, but I guess you always do, hm?” Thomas said, Alexander’s tired glance now just a silent glare. Thomas chuckled, kissing his forehead. “Why have you woken up, anyway?”
Alexander paused, as Thomas stood up and his arms around his waist. Alexander sighed, a bit shaky which Thomas noticed.
“..just… the hurricane.” Alexander mumbled under his breath, laying his head on Thomas’s shoulder. Thomas paused, stroking his hair softly.
“I can tell you’ve been sobbing a little. Ay, look at me, dear.”
Alexander didn’t look up, weakly. Thomas sighed, stroking his messy hair with his hand, Alexander leaning into his hold a bit more.
“Is.. this okay?”
Thomas whispered, his arm around Alexander and so was his hand in his messy hair. Alexander stood quietly, with a silent ‘hm’.