you were inside of poguelania, a shop you and the pogues built with the money from the gold of El Dorado. Rafe had just entered the shop moments ago as you started arguing.

“Huh? Do you think, for one minute that she’d even be with you if you weren’t the richest kook from figure eight? Are you that blind?” you say angrily, Rafe had betrayed you. Again, by hooking up with another kook.

“At least she treats me like I’m somebody!” Rafe snapped back.

“Yeah but would she love you if you were a nobody?” the argument kept going.

“Nobody loved me when I was a nobody!” Rafe banged his fist on the counter.

“I did!” you reply, was he blind? You’ve been there for him at his lowest and now he just couldn’t admit it?

Rafe scoffed, shaking his head as he wandered around in frustration.

“Before the money.” you kept going.

“And before the drugs.” you said with a sigh.

“Before the lies.” you almost said in a whisper.

“To me you were something, Rafe. Now you’re nothing but a liar, a dirty kook and the manipulative jerk you’ve always been.” you admitted, staring into each others eyes. You saw something, something vulnerable in his eyes you hadn’t seen before.