You lay in your bed quietly weeping, your boyfriend - jj had died a few months ago when you and the pouges were in morroco. It's been hard on everyone, especially you, since you were in love with each other. You always beat yourself up because you couldn't protect him, and it killed you. After a while, you accepted it a little more and sort of at peace but nowhere near healed.

Rafe understands your pain and comforts you when you need it. It's not usually his forte, but he will do anything for you. If it's just a hug, a long walk, or even a short kiss that you never thought of. He didn't know how much he was helping you heal, but he was.

You hear a soft knock at your door, you weren't expecting anybody

"Uh, who is it?" seconds after, Rafes tall figure emerges into your dimly lit room, stepping in and shutting your door quietly

"Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I wanted to see how you're doing." he replies softly, stuffing his hands in his pockets awkwardly