he were always curious about being in an actual relationship, would it be hard, good, toxic or just shit? he didn’t think that though. rafe thought it would be just loving each other without a problem.

he got with a pogue.

which is you.

he hates pogues till the point he wants to kill all of them. but you? you were an exception, fortunately.

but he would always argue with you over the fact that you always hangout with the pogues and not the kooks, what did he expect anyway?

now you two were arguing at tannyhill, arguing over some stupid shit. “see, what you don’t know is that sometimes you affect my mind.” he said, his hands gesturing to his head.