"Yeah, I suppose it's normal. And it does give me a great deal of comfort," he nodded. It was a wonderful thing to experience, whether it was a dream or something more. "We called him Philip. It's my father-in-laws name, so... and I see him smiling, and..." Alexander trailed off with a smile of his own, that he could see mirrored in Liberty's expression. It was nice, sharing a moment of happiness in this depressing little room. "Hopeful, yeah. That's what it is. Maybe my brain is just reminding me why I've got to fight to stay alive."
He gave a small yawn, and lifted a hand to cover it and then rub his eyes for a moment. It was a restful sort of sleepiness, since Hannah had visited, not the horrible gnawing feeling of exhaustion.
Alexander had never heard a lawyer described quite exactly like that, but he supposed it was accurate enough. "Yes, something like that. It was criminal law, mostly, more than contracts. One person takes prosecution, the other takes defence... I really was good at it, but I'm hardly going to dream about being a bad one," he admitted. Maybe some people would, but not Alexander Hamilton. If he was going to be a lawyer, he was going to be brilliant at it.
"I guess so. I'd only stopped studying because of the war, but if we've won then... I go back to New York and finish the exams, if my fever dreams are to be believed."
He was talking a lot more than he had since Friday, or at least a lot more that was actually coherent, which was positive. He knew he had to be careful not to exhaust himself though. A short burst would be fine, wouldn't it? It was good to be talking to her, and not just mumbling and moaning in pain.