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The were doing well again. It took some time, of course it took some time, but they were slowly starting to find their way back to how it had been before. The signs were everywhere. Alex had noticed some of his clothes had been mended even though he hadn't mentioned the holes to anyone, and he knew Hercules was the one responsible. Lafayette had cooked his favourite dinner because he had noticed Alex skipping a few meals(it wasn't his fault; he'd had a couple essays that needed to be re-written) and the cupboards were stocked again with all his favourite snacks. The most telling sign though, for Alex, that things were getting back to normal was that John, his Laurens, was initiating touches between them again. Accidental brushes as they passed each other had given way to purposeful shouder bumps, reactionary contact like a steadying hand had turned into John pressed against his side during movie nights. Things were looking better.
All that didn't stop those moments of panic when Alex would notice one of his lovers' prized possessions missing and a brief flash of terror shook his body, imagining the worst. There was the time he'd forgotten about John's mandatory camping trip with his class and tore their apartment apart trying to find the stuffed turtle John couldn't sleep without on the rare times he had to sleep alone. There was another time all of Lafayette's comfort movies were missing and he wasn't in the apartment anywhere watching them. It turned out he was at the Schuylers' house watching them with Peggy after she'd been dumped, comforting her and distracting her from the fact that her sisters were off to confront her ex.
They were trying, all of them, and they were healing. They'd never had a problem talking before but now, there was no letting each other off the hook when they knew there was something wrong. They'd been doing that for far too long and, really, it wasn't surprising that one of them broke. Alex hated that it was him, that his insecurities in their relationship led him to bad decisions and into the arms of one Maria Reynolds. He was the worst of them for not wanting to talk about his feelings, of feeling like the weak link, of feeling like he was a constant disappoint to his lovers, and meeting someone offering comfort with no expectations was too much for him. Now, when he had moments of feeling that way, he spoke up and he was trusting his lovers to help him chase away the dark thoughts.
Tonight they were all heading to a party at the Schuylers' house and tomorrow night was date night for the four of them. Alex was looking forward to both but especially for date night. He had a surprise for his lovers and he was sure they were going to love it. He just had to keep it together for a little more than twenty-four hours and everything would be fine. Everything would be perfect.