Between the hours of 2-3:30 in the AM where you become a mushy loving, uncontrollable mess. Where you say sentimental things you regret/ deny saying later that same morning.
Guy 1: Bruh, do you know what time it is?
Guy 2: Nah bruh.
Guy 1 (with tissues and tears runnin down his face): its them soft hours.
Guy 2 (now cryin and hugging Guy 1): fuck bruh i love you so much you are my rock my everything my world i couldnt live without you.
In the morning:
Guy 2: we never speak of this again.