Becoming A Founding "Father"- Historical Hamilton

Chapter Ten: A Sincere Friend To America

Alexander is by the desk, pen-feather-thing drooping in his hand- it takes a moment to realize that he's asleep. A faint smile tugs at my lips, and I pluck the feather out of his hand, safely putting it out of the way.

He's going to be in pain tomorrow if I don't move him. With a small amount of hesitation, I lift him from his chair. After taking off Alexander's waistcoat and stockings and relocating him to the bed, I take a peek at what he's working on.

It seems to be some kind of personal project, as it was very rough and messy. When I took a closer look, I realize that it's not Alex's work- it's a long pamphlet called "Free Thoughts, on the Proceedings of the Continental Congress" by some farmer. Through all of the pages, there was Alexander's work- circled words with comments, question marks, grammatical corrections, bullet points scattered around the page- and it was obvious that he disagreed with whatever was written. At one point there was an arrow pointing at a sentence with a messy "RIDICULOUS!" written on the bottom.

I wondered what got Alexander so riled up, but the moment I tried reading it my braincells slowly died from the old English, so I stopped and carefully put the pamphlet away.

While I was getting dressed to bed, Alexander kicked the blanket and muttered something about 'preventing salutary effects, farmer boy' which made me chuckle. Whatever he had read must have been really impactful for Alexander to think about it in his sleep. After slipping into the bed, Alexander somehow found me and clung to me, sticking his freezing body to mine.

Fucking leech, but I couldn't bring myself to be mad. I sigh and hope that he won't start kicking me in his sleep, but the chances of that are low. Really low.

Alexander sighs and mutters something in his sleep again, something about "ridiculous quibbles", right before pressing his ice cold nose to my neck.

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Whatever the pamphlet was, it really ticked Alexander off. It's hilarious, honestly- he would appear in the workshop at random times of the day to rant about it, saying that he couldn't concentrate on his studies while such blasphemy was being published and read, Solomon, honestly, who lets this damned farmer walk free?

Maybe this was his weird way of socializing- we still weren't on talking terms because of the disagreement that day, but he simply couldn't resist complaining about this. Speaking about complaining- he couldn't get enough of it, always coming back with an "Oh, one more thing-!"

It was cute until he started to disrupt my work. The fourth time I pricked my finger that week- because he startled me- I finally said "Why the fuck do you care so much about this?"

"Solomon, you've surely read it, it's all complete and utter nonsense-"

"No, I haven't." I interrupted him, sewing another button on a waistcoat. "I'm not good at reading stuff like that- there's too many complicated words that lead to nowhere."

"Complicated?"

I clicked my tongue. "What I mean is I'm used to reading... uh- concise texts. You know, they get to the point quickly." I'm not fluent enough to read such long texts, I wish to say, but I don't. "It's a personal problem, so."

He hums. "So you mean that you fail to understand a text that is not concise?"

"Well it's not that I can't. It's simply harder for me to do so when the author is beating around the bush."

Alexander nods, as if something clicked. "That does seem to explain a lot." Before I could muster an offended 'hey', he had already gone off to his room with a quick "Just a moment, Solomon!" I sigh, returning to my work.