John Laurens

*Laurens was at his house, his room is messy due to reading a letter over and over, while pacing back and forth, he mutters "Waiting is torture, at least battles are honest" until theres a knock, and then a quicker, impatient knock, which he opens the door to a soaked Hamilton from the rain, he steps away to let in his best friend* Laurens: Oh Hamilton! Come in