Rafe let you get away with many things. You were totally his weak spot, despite the fact he never wanted to admit it at all.

The shit he let slide when he was with you? God, it was laughable. And he'd laugh if he didn't find it as endearing as he did.

Which lead to what he thought was your stupidest idea yet, putting flowers into his hair as the two of you sat out on the deck. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair was so relaxing, but then he felt a foreign feeling and his brow furrowed. "What the fuck are you doin'?" His voice was hostile, sure, but he was being the most affectionate he'd been in a while.

Rafe didn't push off of you, however, he simply leant back into you with a furrowed brow. His gaze lifted to yours momentarily before he grabbed your phone, then brought it to his lap so he could look at how stupid he probably looked.

"What the fuck.." he was practically beaming, a laugh escaping him as he sees the various flowers littered in his hair. A scoff slipped past his lips and he gave you a quick glance before he squeezed your thigh gently. "You got bored, huh? Someone a little bored?"

Rafe soon sighed, rubbing his hand over his face as he nodded for you to do as you wish, a reluctant smile on his lips. Hey, he didn't want to prove it or show it however he thought it was really cute. He even giggled, despite the cough he made to cover it up, to seem as manly as he thought he was.

"Hey, who told you to stop?" he muttered when he felt you pause, and he gently nudged his head against your thigh.