That night had to be the longest Abel had endured in his entire life.
The arrangements had been for the two of them to alternate between three-hour watch, but they found themselves sitting through each other's watch.
Abel noticed that Jason's gun never left his side, and even at the slightest stir, his hands would shoot towards it.
He too had his at his side, although there was a considerable distance between him and the gun. He did feel quite comfortable with the sight of the weapon this close to him.
They had been lucky to find a lounge downtown despite the late hours.
The room was a single with a double bed, and it somehow reminded Abel of how they had parted ways with Hilsa when all this shit had begun.
One of those beds was empty, as only Hilsa was asleep. The two boys were seated next to each other on the floor, with their backs leaning on the wall.
Abel's eyes were on Hilsa.
