A week had passed, and Laurens was becoming increasingly worried. Eliza had been giving him weird looks and asking strange questions, leading the young man to believe that she knew something was up.

It was 3am and Laurens was reading gay fanfiction as usual, though it was difficult to focus on the heated sex scenes when Eliza and Hamilton kept appearing in his thoughts. Looking at the time, Laurens concluded that Hamilton was probably still awake and decided to text him.

John: hey Alex, you up?

The response was almost immediate.

Alex: yeah, what's up?

John: I've just been wondering... do you think Eliza knows?

Alex: about us? I don't think so, the house hasn't been burned down and my letters to her are still intact.

John: true... but she's been acting weird around me.

Alex: maybe it's her time of the month.

John: ew

John: I don't think so, it's different.

Alex: if she does know, she hasn't said anything to me and is seriously lacking the anger I'd expect. 

John: maybe you should tell her

Alex: Jacky what the fuck, do you want me to die?

John: I just think she deserves the truth if you really love her.

Alex: why do you have to be so goddamn empathetic

Alex: fine, I'll tell her... maybe.

John: or you could, y'know, do a dick move like expose us to the entire world online before even telling your wife.

Alex: that sounds perfect

John: ALEX NO I WAS BEING SARCASTIC

John: ALEX

John: ALEXANDER FUCKING HAMILTON WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING

John: YOU BETTER NOT

John: why do I even like you

John: do you want Eliza to burn down your house??

John: ....

John: your lack of a response is concerning

Laurens stopped spamming his boyfriend and sighed loudly. He really hoped that Hamilton wasn't doing what he thought he was doing.

Laurens closed the gay fanfic, he wasn't in the mood for it anymore. Sorry, Eliza.