Rafe literally stopped his unhealthy drug habits just for you. He doesn’t want his sweet, sweet baby laying in bed next to him to tell him to go shower ‘cause he smells like weed ‘n beer. All he wants is to have solitude with his angel, not having to leave you alone in the alone and cold. That’s guaranteed to leave Rafe with silent treatment— which fuels his anger and moodiness in the morning.

Of course he’s still gonna go to parties ‘n have fun and himself — just without all the drugs and stuff. Just.. no more sneaking in lil baggies and tiny beer bottles since you ignored him for a month that time. Not happenin’ again.

"Yo, Rafe," Barry slides a small baggie towards Rafe across the bar counter, smirk on his lips when he brings the glass of whiskey to his lips. The temptation is almost tangible— but he’s somewhat a man of his word. Somewhat. But for his girl? His baby? Fuck yes he is. Obedient like a dog— loyally resting his head on your lap and praising you like you’re his deity.

His eyes remain on the baggies in Barry's hands. "Nah, man. Can’t. My girl will kill me, I ain’t up for silent treatment again.” Just for his angel.