Requested by @evermaeboogerr (actually years ago probably)
I love your Lafayette x reader imagines! But can you do a Lafayette x reader and they're with the Hamil-squad and they have like a movie night. And reader ends up falling asleep on Lafayette.
“Movie night, begins, boys,” you smile excitedly, allowing the men to enter your house. It is a regular thing for you and the squad to meet up, mainly so you all can introduce Laf to American culture, aka comedies.
You’ve had a crush on the Frenchman for gosh knows how long. His curiosity and naivety of movies only furthering your feelings for him.
It’s late, the popcorn is ready and so are all of your friends.
“What’s on the roster today?” Alex asks, sighing as Herc and John are already rushing over to grab a seat.
“I was thinking about Happy Gilmore. It’ll be fun to explain the jokes to Laf,” you snicker, earning a “Hey” from the man you’d referenced.
“I take, what’s the word? Oh, offense. I take offense to that.”
You roll your eyes, laughter already bubbling up inside of you.
Alex follows your lead, chuckling as he finds a spot on a bean bag chair. The only spots left are on the loveseat, the smallest couch in the room. Herc and John take up the whole couch and you groan at their childishness.
“Gonna be greedy with the popcorn, too?” You tease, taking a seat on the open sofa. Laf comes up next to you, plopping down into the last available spot.
“Ready?” You ask, finger on the play button.
“Let’s get this thing started!” John cheers, tossing popcorn at Alex who hushes him. Those two are such troublemakers. Oh, who’re you kidding, all four of them are.
The movie goes along with little to no interruptions, aside from a few snide comments from the peanut gallery and explaining the jokes to Laf.
You don’t know when you started getting tired, but the last thing you remember is Bob Barker tackling Adam Sandler’s character.
You yawn, leaning against the closest pillow-like thing, which happens to be Laf’s shoulder. He glances down at you with a small grin, before turning back to the movie.
Request: “Is that my picture as your home screen?” With Lafayette
Requested by: @hanakatsumi
Pairing: Lafayette x Reader
Word count: 1,167
Tag squad: @musicalmoriarty @imagineham @imaginebeinghamiltrash @butlinislin @drugsdiggs @secretschuylersister @icanneverbesatisfied @daveedish @diggs4life @americanrevelation @tempfixeliza @patron-saintof-sluts @adothoe @shamagangster @crazypurplebananas @chloehamiltonn @getupoffathathang @wolfphantom-m @y-lue
You stared at the calendar on your phone and let out a sigh.
“Only two more weeks to go,” you lament.
Lafayette had already been gone for two weeks, off visiting his family back home in France. When you closed the calendar app you stared at your home screen for a few moments. Lafayette’s handsome face stared back at you with his wide smile. You loved how he got little crinkles around his eyes when he smiled like he was in the picture.
He was a central member of your small group of friends and while their shenanigans kept you busy things just didn’t feel quite the same without the Frenchman. He texted often, but you found yourself missing his voice.
Tonight was group movie night and everyone had piled into your apartment with various snacks, throw blankets, and drinks. The genre that had won the vote for tonight was romantic comedy. It was barely halfway through the movie that it dawned on you that even though you were surrounded by your best friends you felt alone. Laf was always the person you sat with, the person who comforted you during sad movies, made you laugh when you were scared during horror night, shared a blanket with you, and he always brought those sour gummy worms and let you have the blue and red ones.
Looking around the living room you saw Alex and Eliza cuddled together, finger woven together as they watched the movie, John was shamelessly flirting with Peggy while Herc distracted Angelica by throwing popcorn on her. You smiled at their antics and sank lower under your blanket and unlocked your phone and looked and the picture again. It made you feel warm.
-(Y/N) 8:30pm: You’re missing movie night.-
-Laf 8:35pm: Is that so? What genre is it this time?-
-(Y/N) 8:36: Rom-com. I didn’t think you’d be awake. It’s 5:30 in the morning isn’t it?-
-Laf 8:38pm: Yes it is. I wasn’t sleeping well so I got up.-
-(Y/N) 8:40pm: I miss you Laf.-
-Laf 8:41pm: I miss you too ma chère.-
Ma chère… he had never called you that before. You felt your cheeks heat up and a giddy feeling filled you, but the more you thought about the butterflies you were feeling the more nervous you became.
Three weeks. Three weeks of Laf being gone and you had come to the conclusion that you were hopelessly in love with him. Angelica was quick to point out when you confided in her that she had already known that and it has been obvious long before he had left.
“Please you have been in love with him since that first stupid party my family threw at Christmas. You looked like some cartoon with hearts for eyes when he danced with you,” Angelica quipped.
“That isn’t true… I just thought it was sweet of him to ask me to dance,” you countered.
“Keep telling yourself that,” she scoffed.
She was right though, the more you thought about it. You had stamped down those feelings quickly when they had first appeared, ignored them completely, and instead of going away they had come back stronger than ever. His absence had shown you how much you truly depended on him and how happy he made you day in and day out and you had one week to figure out what the hell you were going to do.
So here you were sitting in the apartment Hercules shared with Laf. It was Herc’s turn to host movie night, tonight’s theme was 80s slasher.
“Hey (Y/N) I’m going to run to the store and replenish my candy and booze stock,” Herc said cheerfully, “you’re welcome to tag along or just kick it here.”
“I think I’ll just stay here and hold down the fort.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be back in twenty.”
Hercules has been gone for roughly ten minutes and you sat quietly with your legs tucked under your chin. Just one more week and Laf would be here. You unlock your phone again and look at the background and smiled.
“What am I going to do?”
You mulled over how to proceed after Lafayette got home. What if he didn’t feel the same? Angelica and Eliza both had said it was obvious he felt the same, but if that was true then how come you both hadn’t realized it?
“Is… that my picture on your home screen?”
You slowly turned around at the sound of his voice, it couldn’t be. As you look up Lafayette was leaning slightly over the back of the couch, jacket still on, his bag in hand, the same kind brown eyes and curly hair piled on the top of his head. You stood up quickly and ran around the couch.
“Laf? What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be back until next week,” you say in a rush.
“I had to come back early ma chère.”
God you had missed his voice.
“Is everything alright? Did something happen?”
“Oui, you could say that,” he said with a nervous smile.
“What’s wrong Laf? You can tell me what happened,” you say concerned.
“I missed you (Y/N)… I missed you so much,” he said closing the distance between you.
“Laf… I don’t see why you left early… that doesn’t…”
You were struggling to figure out the right words to say when he was this close. He reached up and gently brushed his thumb along your jawline. You had a million questions that were erased when his lips met yours. When he pulled away his forehead rested against yours, he looked so at ease and you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest.
“I couldn’t sleep. I was alright at first and I was so happy to see my family and be home, but after a week I missed you. I missed everything about you (Y/N). You consumed my thoughts and all I wanted to do was get on a plane. I wanted to come home and see your face and hear your voice,” Laf’s voice was barely above a whisper.
You weren’t exactly sure at what point tears has begun to flow when he had been speaking, but you felt his fingers brush them away. You quickly pull him into another kiss and wrap you arms around him tightly.
“Je t'aime,” he mumbled against your lips, “je t'aime tellement.”
“I love you too Gil.”
“Well, well it’s about God damn time!”
A startled yelp escaped your lips as you look over and saw Hercules standing in the kitchen with an arm full of groceries. Lafayette’s chest rumbled with laughter and it didn’t take long before you joined him. Today had definitely taken an unexpected turn.
“It’s good to have you back,” Herc said.
“Oui… it’s good to be home,” Laf said meeting your gaze and planted a kiss to your forehead.
Request: Hey, I’m really sick today, like puking every few minutes sick, but I hate it when people try to take care of me. I was wondering if you could do one with Lafayette where the reader is sick, but doesn’t want to be taken care of. :^))) thanks darling
A/N: So this was going to be a shorter one, but then stuff happened. This one was really cute to write though! Sorry for the little hiatus there. College is actually kicking my ass with the amount of homework I’m getting (I guess that’s what I get for voluntarily joining Honors Engineering). But thank you guys so much for your continued interest in my fics! I just reached 300 followers, and just, wow. Y’all are the best. This is my last request, so after this I’ll just be writing up whatever I think of, unless you guys send me some more requests! Until then, enjoy the fluffff!
“Merde. How did time go so fast? My class starts in fifteen minutes.”
You laughed gently at the sound of Lafayette’s voice on the other end. He called this morning to make sure you had gotten your ticket for this week’s game settled, and like almost everything you did together, the conversation got carried away. You were never quite sure how the two of you kept finding things to talk about for hours every day, but the next day always came. And you always found something to discuss.
This morning, however, you weren’t as enthusiastic about your conversation as usual, and you could tell Laf could tell.
“Don’t let me make you late,” you said quietly with little strength, but with a small smile. “I would feel-”
Suddenly, you threw your phone down on your bed and ran to the bathroom as fast as your legs would carry you. It remained unclear how your stomach still produced anything you could throw up, and yet here you were. On your fourth trip to the bathroom this morning.
After you cleaned yourself up, you groaned at the empty pain in your stomach. But you pushed it aside, ignoring the cold sweat that broke out on your back and quickly returned to your bed. When you reached it, you curled up under the comforter and regained a normal breathing pattern before putting the phone back up to your ear. You doubted Lafayette was still on the line, but you never knew. Sometimes he talked so much, he didn’t notice your absence.
“Hey?” you whispered back into the phone. “You still there?”
You waited in anticipation for a beat of silence, before you heard him come back on the line.
“Of course I’m still here. Where were you?” his voice was filled with concern. And you knew if he found out you had the stomach flu, he would drop everything to come take care of you. But the thing was, you didn’t want that. Being sick was a private thing for you. Extreme discomfort accompanied anyone witnessing you at your weakest. Everything in you just wanted him to go to class and have a good day without worrying about you.
“Ana needed me quick. Sorry,” you replied shortly, hoping he wouldn’t question it any further.
He paused for a moment, and you thought for sure he was going to ask follow up questions. Lafayette was never satisfied if he thought anyone (most of all you) were unhappy. It was one of his qualities you loved about him most. Except when you were sick.
But to your utter surprise, he let it go.
“It’s okay,” he replied in a pleasant tone. “I have to get to class! I’ll see you after? We can do lunch, yes?”
You scrambled to find an excuse to get out of it. “I-um- I actually already have plans. With Carol.” You grimaced at the obvious lie. You hated this. “Sorry,” you tacked on as an afterthought. You held your breath anxiously, hoping he would take your explanation.
You could almost hear his sweet, understanding smile through the phone. “Amour, it is alright.” You sighed a breath of relief and grinned through the pain into the phone. “I really must go though. Je t'aime.”
“Love you, too,” you whispered with a small smile. Your stomach may have purged itself of everything, but it could never rid you of the butterflies Lafayette’s affection gave you.
When you hung up the phone, you threw it across your bed and heaved a sigh. While you didn’t regret lying, you didn’t exactly feel great about it either. But Laf would understand… if you ever let him find out.
You glanced at the clock and tried to suppress a groan. Eight o’ two. Your lecture started two minutes ago.
You rolled over to smother your face into your pillow and laid still for awhile, trying to control your breathing. In, out. Don’t think about the pain. In, out. Don’t think about the nausea. In, out. Don’t think about how many notes you’ll have to catch up on. In, out. Think of something pleasant.
Not to your surprise, the first thing that popped into your head was French Literature sophomore year, a class your friend Alex convinced you to take even though you had never taken an ounce of French. He had promised to help you translate when needed, but it turned out, you didn’t need his help for long.
The first day of class, Alex abandoned you to befriend the French international student in the class. To say you resented both Alex and the other student that class period would be putting it lightly.
“Hey, Y/N!” Alex called to you after class. “This is Lafayette. He’s from France; he can help you with the French stuff.”
You tried to bite back most of the venom in your mouth. “You were supposed to do that,” you stated, unimpressed. You were not going to screw over your GPA for a class Alex no longer wanted to help you with.
You noticed Lafayette give Alex an unsure glance as Alex narrowed his eyes at you. Your glare at them intensified as Alex walked up to you and put his mouth right up to your ear. You struggled to maintain a neutral face as he began to whisper.
“Lafayette is a soft spoken, intelligent gentleman who thinks you're cute and wants to tutor you in French, and I for one think you should let him.”
Your face immediately flushed at his words and your eyes flicked to Lafayette. The heat burned your cheeks an even more brilliant shade of red when you noticed he too was blushing.
So he did think you were cute.
Observing your new expressions, Alex sported an annoying smirk and patted you on the back. “I’ll leave you two alone to set up a study time.” When you turned to look at Alex helplessly, never having to deal with a guy that was interested in you before, your eyes pleaded with him to stay. But you felt an edge of annoyance as his smirk widened into a shitty grin and gave you a wink, before practically skipping out the door.
You turned back to Lafayette slowly, eyeing him cautiously. He was still watching, seemingly in a bit of shock. Nervously, you cleared your throat, bringing his attention back to Earth, if only for a moment.
“Um,” you started off, anxious of where to go from there. “I… I’m free tonight?” You suggested it before realizing it was the first day of class and there wasn’t even anything to study yet. But you still hoped he would agree to meet with you. Maybe get a head start on some things.
The relief in his face was undeniable. “Yes. Yes, tonight.” He flashed you a brilliant cheesy smile that made your heart beat a bit irregularly. You swallowed thickly and found yourself unable to respond, you were so overwhelmed. Instead, you nodded nervously, and quickly turned to leave the room and find Alex, so you could beat him up and then hug him.
The memory made your current pain a bit more bearable, as the corners of your lips turned up slightly into the pillow. You sighed, and decided to keep trying the technique of good memories.
A loud knock from the front door, however, refused to let you. With a loud groan, you pushed yourself off the bed, and walked through the living room to the front door. Peering into the eye-hole, your blood froze.
What on Earth was Lafayette doing here?
You heaved a sigh and slowly opened the door, avoiding his eyes. Just because he was here didn’t necessarily mean he knew you were sick.
“You’re sick,” he stated simply, a hint of disappointment in his voice. You suppressed the urge to groan and still refused to meet his eyes. He sighed and pushed the door open further. “Your class starts before mine on Fridays. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” He waited awhile, and when you failed to break the silence, he softly pushed past you into your apartment. “Do you want chicken noodle or chicken and rice?” he called back as he made his way to the kitchen.
You followed him warily, noticing for the first time the two cans of soup in his hands. He must have stopped at the grocery store before he came over. You swallowed thickly, afraid of how he would react to your response.
He was making as much noise as he possibly could, you were convinced, to pull out a pan for the soup. “Neither.” He stopped in his tracks and your stomach twisted. Couldn’t he just go to class?
Concern filled his eyes as he, for the first time, took in your state. You honestly couldn’t imagine how pale and frail you looked. “Amour, I’m just trying to-” he started.
“I know what you’re trying to do,” you cut him off patiently. You shifted uncomfortably as an unknown gleam entered his eyes. “I just- I don’t need it. Go to class.”
He stared at you, trying to judge the situation. You could tell he didn’t want to leave. “It’s just a stomach bug,” you stated finally. “I’ve been through worse. Please. I- I don’t like people taking care of me when I’m sick. Any other time, this would be so appreciated, but I can take care of myself today.”
The look on his face reminded you of the early days of him living in America, over three years ago now. The look of just simple confusion as to what someone had said. Even then, they didn’t happen often, but every once in a while, someone would catch him off guard--use a word or phrase he had never heard before. But it had been years since you had seen that look cross his face.
After two minutes of excruciating silence, you shattered the air with a single word. “What?”
The noise struck him into action, and he began faltering for words. But his eyes never left yours. Eventually, he managed to quietly say “In sickness and health.” Your eyebrows furrowed. What?
Upon seeing the bewilderment on your face, he continued to explain. “In sickness and health. How can I take care of you in sickness and health if you won’t let me?” He almost looked helpless asking you, and in a normal situation, you would have comforted him to ease his confusion.
But your mind was still trying to process what he had said.
“Laf… Those are marriage vows. We’re not- we’re not married.” You held your breath as you waited for a response.
The expression that crossed his face was one that usually signaled he wasn’t sure if you made a joke or not. “But someday we will be,” he stated so effortlessly and simply. “And if you can’t let me take care of you now, how will you let me take care of you then?” He asked the question with such pure innocence, but it caused all your blood flow to stop, and your heart to become prickly. You had never talked about marriage before. Honestly, you hadn’t even been sure he was going to stick around in America after you both graduated this spring.
Without warning, however, your feet began flying you to the bathroom. This time, there was nothing left, and you had to endure ten minutes of dry heaving.
When you were done, you sat up lightheaded, with tears streaming down your face. You didn’t have the energy to stand, so you began crawling to the doorway. When you got closer, you noticed Lafayette’s feet sticking out. He was sitting right outside the door.
You huddled in a ball right beside the door in the bathroom. Neither of you spoke for the longest time.
Finally, you heard him sigh. “Alright, I have a compromise. If I cannot take care of you, may I at least accompany you so you’re not alone?”
Your immediate reaction was to decline and tell him to go to class again. But then the look on his face desperately asking how he was going to take care of you if--when--you were married entered your mind again. And if you closed your eyes, you could almost feel his warmth on the other side of the doorway. And it was nice. To have that warmth just… there.
So you finally whispered, “Sure.”
Without looking at you, he gently placed a hand through the threshold of the doorway on the floor next to you. You looked at it warily at first, but then removed one of your arms from your huddle and softly intertwined your fingers with his.
And for the first time that morning, you didn’t have to force yourself to think of something besides the pain.
A/N: So, this is my first imagine. Sorry if it sucks. And I tried my best to make it so you could understand the generally idea of the French being spoken without having to look it up, but you can look it up too. I don’t speak French, so my apologies in advance for the probably terrible job Google Translate did. (Edit: Some wonderful reader corrected my French, so it’s all good now!) Anyways, here we go:
“He’s right there.”
You rolled your eyes as your best friend John Laurens pointed out the obvious. The man he was pointing to was simply no one of importance, as you hadn’t met him yet. But as you watched him carry on a jovial conversation with Alexander Hamilton, you couldn’t help but wonder who Marquis de Lafayette truly was.
He was the friend of two of your best friends. He had come from France. He was a soldier. But Alex and John alike seemed incapable of giving you more information than just that. So as you rolled your eyes the first time you laid sight on him, you tried your best to ignore the ever growing fluttering inside your stomach.
“I know he’s right there,” you said calmly, allowing only a hint of sarcasm through into the statement. “I can’t just go up and talk to him though.” Your fingers clenched the material of your dress tightly when you glance back Lafayette’s way. Why did your body insist on being so anxious because of a man you hadn’t even spoken to yet?
John stared at you incredulous. “Why can’t you just go up and say something to him? It’s not like you’re alone. Or that he’s a complete stranger.”
“To you,” you pointed out. “But to me, he is a stranger.” You sighed and shook your head with the slightest bit of laughter directed towards yourself. “What would I even say to him?”
“Hello is usually a pretty good starter,” John stated matter-of-factly, and confused at your refusal to approach him. He stared at you for a couple of seconds until he finally said, “You’re nervous.”
You scoffed at his accusation, forcing your fingers to unclench and your body to relax. “Am not.” You shook your head indignantly.
John allowed a chuckle to escape his lips. “You are!” He was practically giddy and you ended up disliking him in this situation even more. When he noticed the glare directed at him from your face, he quickly tried to recover. “I just never thought I would see the day where Y/N got nervous.” He smiled and shook his head, taking an even sip from his beer and then holding the stein out to you to offer you some. You shake your head, more in disgust of his comment than anything.
“I am most certainly not nervous to talk to man who I have never met and means nothing to me,” you stated straight faced, crossing your arms in front of your ribcage for emphasis.
John leaned in with his aloof grin until eventually his face was inches from yours. “Then go talk to him,” he all but dared you.
With a glare and a huff, you pivoted and purposefully bumped his shoulder with yours as you stalked away towards Alex and the man you had yet to meet. Alex, seeing your approach from the corner of his eye, placed a drink in front of seat across from him, motioning for you to join him and this man. You forced a bright smile on your face as you gracefully sat yourself at the place Alex moments ago reserved for you.
“Hey, Y/N!” Alex greeted you with a smile, mischievous as always.
While maintaining the positive appearance, you returned Alex’s greeting with a sigh, and then turned your focus to the other man sitting at the table. He stared at you curiously, obviously not aware of who you were. With a grit in your smile, you began to speak.
“Bonjour.” He gave you skeptical look that you took as his disbelief in your abilities to speak anything but one word in French. “Je m’appelle Y/N. Je vous ai entendu dire que vous veniez de France? Ma mère était française, mais elle a déménagé ici avant que je ne naisse. Je voudrais visiter, mais je ne connais personne là-bas. Excepté toi! Non pas que je veuille que vous me preniez avec vous! Ou que je ne veux pas que vous me preniez avec vous. Je suis en fait neutre sur un voyage en France avec vous. Et-“
You stopped digging yourself into a hole when you heard the laughter Alex was trying so hard to prevent from escaping his lips reached the air. You could feel the heat growing in your cheeks as you quickly looked down at your clenched fists in your lap. With a sigh, you looked back up at the man sitting across from you who was still staring incomprehensibly.
Suddenly, an awful thought entered your mind. What if this wasn’t Lafayette? What if it was just some random attractive guy who spoke no French at all? You resisted the urge to groan and drop your head against the table with a bang. Instead, you tried to recover.
“I am so sorry!” you said to the man, suddenly even more embarrassed than before. “My friend John back there told me you were French.” As you said this, you gestured back at John, who was now standing right beside you and joining Alex in his laughter. You could not believe these two would pull something like this.
Through his laughter and the other man’s clear confusion, Alex managed to say, “Don’t worry, Y/N. I do speak French, and what you said was so eloquently put. How did you word it again? You are ‘neutral on a trip to France with him’?”
While your fists were white from your angry clench, your face filled with red heat and anger as your two friends once again erupted into uncontrollable laughter. The moment you had them alone again, they were going to regret this night.
With a deep breath, you tried to gently push yourself away from the table to make your escape, but your anger and utter embarrassment seemed increasingly harder to contain. Still, you managed to throw your legs across the other side of the bench and stand up. As you turned to leave, however, you heard a voice with a thick French accent come from behind you.
“Uh, excusez-moi, Mademoiselle Y/N?” You froze upon hearing the voice. “Je suis Français. Je ne suis juste pas habitué à en entendre ici dans les colonies.”
Slowly, with a hint of a smile dawning your lips, you turned back around to face who you were now convinced was surely Lafayette. He was standing too, as if he intended to physically run after you to stop you. And your smile widened just a bit when you saw his face too was consumed by a deep blush of embarrassment. When he noticed John and Alex still laughing at your misunderstanding, he shook his head with a slightly amused grin.
“S'il vous plaît acceptez mes excuses pour eux.”
“Don’t apologize for them,” you reply with contempt for your two friends, forgetting the man you were speaking to indeed spoke French. You quickly repeated your response in French for him, to which he gratefully nodded at.
After you stared at each other awkward standing at the table for a couple more moments and your friends seemed to get their laughter under control, Alex and John announced their departure for the bar. As they walked away, Lafayette motioned for you to join him at the table as he once again sat down. Taking a deep breath, you sat back down.
You knew John and Alex were watching you from the bar, but eventually you didn’t mind. The conversation with Lafayette just… flowed. He seemed funny, and charming, and not what you were expecting to meet. It turned out he also spoke a little English, and the conversation turned bilingual quickly, switching back and forth between the languages easily.
At one point, a playful glint entered his eye and you gave him a skeptical look. “So this trip to France?”
A groan escaped your throat as he let out a low chuckle. “Non non non,” you responded hiding your face in your hands. You brought your hands down onto the table in front of you, leaned forward, and looked him seriously in the eyes. “What are the chances no one ever mentions that again?”
This time a full on laugh heaved out of his chest. And after staring at him embarrassed for a little while, you eventually lowered your head onto the wooden table with a thud and began laughing along with him.
When you both settled down, he looked into your eyes still with the ghost of laughter on his face. “I will keep mentioning it because it is a trip I would like to take.”
This time when you felt the heat race to your face, it was almost a good feeling. Your smiles suddenly turned shy as the conversation seemed to cease and you sat looking at each other awhile longer. You broke your gaze first, with a smile and an observation of the pub, which was all but empty except Alex and John who were in deep conversation at the bar.
“Everyone’s gone,” you observed, still looking affectionately upon your two friends. When you flicked your eyes back to Lafayette, he was still gazing at you intently with a soft smile.
Finally he said, “I am glad to have met you, Mademoiselle Y/N.” He stood and walked around the table until he was right beside you holding out his hand to help you out of the seat. Gently, you took his hand and stood.
“And I am glad you are French.” The line was supposed to be a playful joke, but it came out as a whisper due to his close proximity to yourself.
“We will… meet again? Soon?” There was hope in his eyes as he waited for your answer.
