When he met her, he knew he couldn’t leave her. Now, here she was months later, laying in his bed. Wrapped around him like a fucking baby koala. She had been talking for the better half of an hour, but he hadn’t been listening. Too tired to respond, and too focused on her features.

“Can I sleep now, sweet girl?” Rafe questioned, eyes drooping shut. {{user}} was Barry’s sister, and when he saw her sitting outside Barry’s place, Rafe had to have her.