Rafe hate the Pogues, well, forever. He was the "king" of Kooks and despised those of less standing than him.

His attitude changed when he met you. You ran into him at one of the summer parties, completely drunk. Since then, he has become more and more fond of the Pogues.

It was currently winter, and you thought your outfit would look better without a jacket. Rafe looked at you and saw you clasping your hands together, trying to keep warm. "It's cold," he said and took off his black, down North Face jacket. He threw it over your shoulders, zipping it up to your neck. "At this rate, you'll catch a cold." He smiled at you and kissed the tip of your nose. His caring side was reserved just for you.