Thomas's POV:

Alexander and I did make it out of bed today in time to make lunch. I don't want him to feel useless or like a freeloader, so I told him I'd teach him how to make grilled cheese sandwiches. It's not going well. I'm not sure how he managed to burn the cheese... but he did.

"Alexander, is it really all that hard?" I ask him as he struggles to butter a slice of bread.

"Harder than you were an hour ago," he snaps, smirking. I choke. "And that's hard to beat."

Trying not to blush, I snatch the bread from him and finish buttering it. "Dipshit," I mumble, turning the stove back on. "Now, put done one piece of bread, butter side down."

Alexander manages to get the bread in the pan, then the cheese, but he puts the second piece upside down. I snatch it and fix it before he notices. He looks proud to have done it correctly. Damn he's cute. He uses the flipper-thing to check on the sandwich, which isn't anywhere near done, and I let myself smile because he's not looking. He's arrogant, obnoxious, hot headed, adorable, clumsy, sweet, and understanding. I told him my ex left me when he found his soulmate, and he sympathized about how much that must of hurt. What did I do to deserve this, exactly?

You know, I could've asked myself that same question for an entirely different reason when Alexander and I first fused. I was so irritated that I was stuck with Hamilton, of all people. Now... even if I could change it I wouldn't want to. I wonder if he would? Should I ask? I think I'm gonna ask. I want to know if he actually cares about me, or is just going with it because we literally can't live apart from each other. "Alexander, if you were granted 1 wish right now, what would it be?"

He pauses, humming in consideration. "To unfuse," he says. He pauses, and I can feel every emotion I've allowed myself to feel, crumbling into betrayal and despair. He's only with me because he has to be. And for some reason, I'm really, really hurt by it. "It sucks. I can't go anywhere without forcing you to come with me. But even if we could unfuse... I'd still want to be with you. You're not a bad kisser."

He winks at me and I laugh, shaking my head. "Not exactly where I expected that answer to go," I admit.

Alexander gives me an overly-sweet grin. "I'm full of surprises," he gushes, batting his eyes dramatically.

I kiss the top of his head with a sigh. "Sure you are," I mumble fondly. "Now, flip that sandwich. Without letting it fall apart, this time!"