[ it's just... bizarre, really, that his life has wound up this way. it's all fallen into place so neatly, so delicately. the war is over. they've won. he's helping craft the constitution (he was named to the constitutional convention), he's finally settled himself into a position where people know his name. alexander hamilton means something, now, and that is such a wondrous thing that sometimes he forgets that he's still just... well. just alex. and sometimes, it is nice to be normal, and to be just alex.

not often. but sometimes. like now. ]

I'm sorry I woke you up.

[ it's said after a moment of quiet, as they make their way back to their bedroom, gingerly adjusting phillip in his arms. he knows it can be difficult for her to sleep without him there, and he feels guilty over it -- but there is so much to do, and he knows that eliza understands that, deep down. even if she argues. fights him. forces him to take a break. still, though, while he's perfectly content to not sleep for days on end, he doesn't want to wish the same upon eliza. ]

I was distracted reading Macbeth -- I meant to put it down after the first act, but I needed to clear my mind... I have to meet with the General in the morning, he wants to talk to me about what comes next... and I was writing, but I stopped to come to bed, and I thought reading would help. And it did -- I just didn't think it would take three hours.

[ 1782. the birth of a new nation. alexander is tired, but his brain is buzzing. there's so much more to come next -- ]

It's hard to believe the war has nearly been over for a year.