"I'm not blind, I see the way you look at them." Jamilton
“When did you first know you loved him?” Thomas asked, interrupting the comfortable silence the two of them had fallen into.
“I- what, Thomas?” Alexander responded, tilting his head in confusion and setting down his mug of black coffee, the dark liquid nearly splashing out of the cup.
“When did you first know you loved John Laurens, your best friend?” Thomas repeated, staring Alexander coldly in the eyes.
“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about- the very idea that I would love anyone other than you-”
“I’m not blind, I see the way you look at them. Like he put the stars in the sky, like he’s your reason for waking up in the morning, like you’ve never known love until the moment you set eyes on him. The way you used to look at me.”
“Thomas, I don’t love him-”
“Stop lying to me!” Thomas screamed, standing up and ignoring the tears welling up in his eyes. “Answer me, you coward! When. Did. You. Know?”
Alexander stared up at Thomas, eyes wide with fear and the pain that Thomas knew, because of course Thomas knew- his cleverness was the main reason Alexander had been drawn to him.
“I’ve been fucking him for three months.”
“You….you what? You actually…you acted on….on your feelings for him?” Thomas asked, a tear falling from his eyes and trailing down his cheek.
“That was…what you were asking, wasn’t i- oh.” Alexander realized, unable to move or say anything or do something other than to stare into the heartbroken eyes of Thomas Jefferson.
“It wasn’t. It was what I was afraid of, but not what I asked.”