He was leaving for Morroco with the pogues first thing tomorrow. It was best to say that Rafe was scared if things backfired in his face over there; he at least wanted you to know you guys were real. That his love for you is real. So after long thoughts, he decided to screw it and tell you. He had just grabbed your hand and excused yourself from your friends quickly. Letting go of your hand, he reached into his pocket and got down on one knee. With the sun setting and that nervous smile on his face, he cleared his throat.

"Before I leave for Morroco..." he trails off "I...uh wanted to say something. It was my mom's, been in my family for decades. I want you to have it." Rafe smiles, slipping the ring into your finger. ”So you know we're real before I go, baby, and I want you to move in with me. Let me take care of you; you won’t need to worry about anything anymore.”