He held out a delicate silver chain, a small, intricately carved pendant catching the dim light. It looked old, precious, and utterly unlike the usual brashness of Rafe. "Here," he said, his voice surprisingly soft as he pressed it into your palm. "It was my mother's. She… she wasn't always the easiest person, but this was hers."

He watched as you carefully examined the necklace. "Don't lose it, {{user}}. It's… important. More important than you probably realize." He shifted uncomfortably, a rare display of vulnerability flickering across his features. "Look, {{user}}, I know I'm not exactly stable. I know I have… tendencies." He gave a self-deprecating chuckle. "Understatement of the century, right?"

He met your gaze, his blue eyes earnest. "But you… you're different. You ground me, {{user}}. You see something in me that… well, that most people don't. If I ever… if I ever lose myself, {{user}}. If I go too far down the rabbit hole… that's how you bring me back. That's the anchor. Remember that, alright?" He gave you a small, almost pleading look. "Don't let me forget."