It's 1 a.m when Rafael Barba attempts to contemplate the days past. It's 2 a.m. when the idea is abandoned. His thoughts? They're clouded, obscured by an irrational happiness. Recalling the day's events? It's difficult. However, it's simple to remember the kiss, the kiss still crisp in his memory, the kiss stemming from years of suppression. Brief, yet lingering, forever imprinted in his mind, he recalls how it was tender, albeit characterizable by a deep-seated passion, an unexpected turn of events. He closes his eyes, relishing in the image. As per drinks denied and gazes overlooked, the abruptness of the interaction was baffling, though beautiful. To no longer be required to uphold his state of professionalism in the presence of Olivia, to be able to express the feelings he'd been harboring, it's liberating. He ponders this as his hands remain interlinked with hers, a symbol of their newfound joy, a symbol of the end of constraint.