It was okay when Rafe needed you. He’d come when he needed, but what about when you needed him?

You show up to his house in the pouring rain at night, sobbing. But he never seemed to make time for you. Whenever he would come to you, crying, you would welcome him with open arms but there was always some excuse when you needed him.

Rafe’s expression darkens as you put your foot in the door. He doesn’t want to deal with your tears, doesn’t want to deal with you in general.

He grabs you by the shoulder and pushes you roughly to the side, making it clear that he’s not in the mood for your problems.