004. Hours
Minutes always turned into hours, particularly when they thought about saying goodbye. Procrastination was their best friend as they sat there, talking and laughing together or even just laying side-by-side, silent and solemn. Presence was enough. Raimundo convinced himself that he didn't have to leave yet, that he could stay just a few moments longer. All night he would say that, until three o'clock rolled around and he had to part. Murmured goodbyes and soft parting kisses lead the way. Since that first night, he hadn't gotten any sleep, but he didn't have to even begin convincing himself it was worth it; it always had been.
