A tale of two brothers; jamilton&mullette

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After Lafayette and Mulligan had left for their dorm later that night; Hamilton and Jefferson were sat in the sitting area of their dorm. Hamilton sat on one of the armchairs and Thomas on the couch, each writing essays for the same class, although Alexander had finished the one Jefferson was writing on the first day. They had barely argued all day, well a bit maybe but compared to them it was nothing.

Alexander put a period at the end of his sentence before turning off his computer. He'd just finished an essay due in about a month and planned on finally getting some solid sleep.

Jefferson and Hamilton were both pre-law and shared multiple classes. College was a lot different from high school.

Alexander closed his laptop and put it down on the table in front of him.

The silence was killing him, yes he would like to not talk to Jefferson, but he needed to talk, about anything.

"So," he started, sitting at the edge of his chair to indicate he was about to stand up.

Jefferson looked up from the computer to him.

"The whole Lafayette-Hercules thing...nice right?"

Alexander could often be clueless, and this had been an absolute- but still pleasant surprise for him.

Jefferson sighed,

"Honestly I don't know what I would have done if Mulligan hadn't come here. I haven't seen Laf this upset for years. I love the kid, but I had no idea what to say anymore.
Today after we came back here he had a panic attack, and I couldn't do anything to make him feel better." There was a glimpse of guilt in his voice.

"I'm a shitty brother," Jefferson swiftly added.

He buried his face in his hands.

"Jefferson, you are a lot of things,
a jerk, an idiot, your opinions are stupid a lot of the time," Alex started.

"Thanks, Hamilton, that's great to know." Thomas caustically said, looking up at him.

Hamilton rolled his eyes.

"You're not a shitty brother. I wish I'd had a brother like you growing up."

Thomas looked up at him and let out a small smile.

"Didn't you have a brother back in Nevis?"

Alexander chuckled, the night of the storm he'd told Jefferson practically everything about his past, which he didn't do with a lot of people, it took him a while to open up. But he was just so easy to talk to; when they weren't bickering.

"Yeah, James; we weren't that close. Then he, you know," he mumbled.

"Yeah."

There was some silence.

Alexander contemplated getting up and going to bed, but he didn't. He just sat there, noticing the ticking of the wall clock he didn't notice they had yet.

"When did we get a clock?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, I got it yesterday, I thought we could use one."

Thomas rubbed the plain silver ring he always wore.

"So you went furniture shopping?" Alex chuckled, leaning back in the chair.

"Yes, I didn't have anything better to do, Hamilton." Thomas was getting frustrated; Alex sensed it from the tone of his voice.

"So," he started carelessly.

"What do you like to do despite, you know..." Alex blanked. He had no idea what Thomas liked to do.