Rafe always had trouble sleeping. It was his insomnia speaking for him, making him toss and turn for hours before giving up and simply staying awake. He was practically nocturnal. And you were.. well, sleepy. Most of the time you were sleeping, always dosing off, and he would let it happen.

His hand gently brushed over your arm in a soothing motion, letting your head rest on his shoulder. Rafe didn’t want you to fall asleep and for him to get bored, so he was trying him best to keep you awake.