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When Thomas entered his favorite coffee shop, he certainly didn’t expect his morning to be any different than usual. He gave the barista his order and let his eyes drift around the room while waiting for his coffee.
Suddenly, they were caught by a very familiar frame. No, that couldn’t be. What was Hamilton doing here?
Thomas had been going to this coffee shop for almost a year now, and never had he seen anyone from college. Well, until today.
The barista handed him his coffee, and he muttered a quick thanks in response, eyes still fixed on Hamilton’s face. He couldn’t say what influenced him to do so, but to his dismay, he started moving towards the table where Hamilton was sitting. As he got closer, he noticed that something was different. Hamilton’s posture was sunken, shoulders slumped, and he was staring off into the distance.
Thomas approached the table, sitting down opposite the younger man. “What are you doing here, sulking?” he asked, with a smirk on his face. Hamilton snapped back into the present, slightly glaring at Jefferson.
“Fuck off, Jefferson,” he said with a sigh, but Thomas noticed that something was off. There was no heat behind it, not as usual.
Thomas leaned back, taking a sip of his coffee. He quickly scanned Hamilton's face and noticed the other man’s puffy red eyes, tears still slightly glistening. "You look ugly when you cry," Thomas said with a snort. Hamilton didn’t even attempt to fight back. “I didn’t ask for your opinion, now kindly fuck off, please.”
Now, Thomas was definitely interested in what had hit the younger man so hard that he no longer even responded to his offensive insults.
His lips pulled into a smirk as he leaned forward slowly. “Come on, Hamilton, you can do better than that.” Hamilton didn’t respond; he just took a sip out of his coffee and stared out the window again. Thomas' face pulled into a mocking frown as he continued, “Aww, did Daddy Washington cut you some special treatment? Hmm, no, maybe Burr got a better grade than you…”
Thomas pretended to think about what could’ve upset him, but just as he wanted to continue speaking, Alexander spoke up.
“Jefferson, just leave it!” the other man finally snapped.
Jefferson’s face mirrored a smirk again. “Did you break up with your boyfriend or something?”
A hit in the bull's eye.
Hamilton went silent, his lips pressed into a thin line while he stared onto the table. His hands suddenly looked uncomfortable cramped around his mug.
“Oh shit, did you actually?” Any sort of humor or mockery disappeared from his voice.
Jefferson took another sip from his coffee. “Did he get tired of your endless talking or what?” He smirked, but as Thomas met Alexander's eyes, he could see the hurt in the other man's gaze. “Come on,“ he said with a sigh, “mock me all you want.“
Hamilton looked… defeated?
Thomas had never seen the Caribbean like this, and even though he would never admit this to anyone, slight worry began to stir inside of him. He only realized that he had been staring at the younger man when he shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. The Virginian quickly averted his eyes, looking out the window instead. He somehow couldn‘t bring himself to throw some petty insult at Hamilton, not if he wouldn‘t fight back.
They sat in a rather uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before the shorter man got up, grabbing his bag and coffee. “Well, I've got class now, Jeffershit, it has been unpleasant talking to you. Hopefully won‘t see you around.“ And with that Hamilton had quickly stormed out of the Cafe, leaving a confused Jefferson behind.
Until now, all they had ever done was to fight and argue, but to see the other man like this, sad and hurt..
Jefferson sat there, letting his thoughts wander, until he realized he was almost late for class. Muttering curses, he grabbed his backpack and hurried out of the cafe.