Hamilton is the type of person to have a full blown anxiety attack but still lock in on a pile of paperwork.
Eliza: “Alexander, it’s nearly 3 in the morning.. Come to bed.”
Alex (Hyperventilating and aggressively writing, already through 3 stacks of paper): “I k-know, but the debt plan-“
Eliza (Walking over to him and putting her hand on his shoulder) : “You’re going to kill yourself one of these days.”
(Alex flinches but doesn’t stop writing, almost as if he can’t even comprehend that idea.)
Eliza (Her grip tightens slightly and finally he stops, chest still heaving.): “Alex. Relax.”
Alex (now trying to calm down, given the same thing happened yesterday.) : “Right… hm..”
(Might re-write with different ships that make sense who knows)