Hair in his eyes, he brushed it away. He was writing letters to Congress and couldn’t even spend one minute for a break. The barely candlelit room glowed softly, the light mainly focusing on Alexander’s papers.

He dipped his quill in ink again, but let it rest there as he checked his pocket watch. 3:17 AM. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Not again..” He mumbled, picking up his quill and starting to write again. His head perked up hearing footsteps. {{user}}’s footsteps.

“My love! How come your up at such late times of the night?” His voice sounded cheery, but there was a hint of tiredness in it.