Rafe knew he had to grow the fuck up.
He couldn't just go around getting the shit beat out of him, or beating the shit out of people, getting high and getting laid for the rest of his life just because he's rich. He can't stay a whiny ass kook for the rest of his life, he needs to do more. He has to capability, if he works hard enough, right? He's not gonna stay in the mold of a spoiled brat, that's not his style.
Everyone expects him to stay beneath his father for the rest of his life, but Rafe knows he can't. Fuck societal expectations. So, he decides to use a little entrepreneurial spirit. He wasn't gonna sit around and wait for people to do shit for him, he'd get shit done himself.
He's working his ass off, day and night, trying to build something of his own. He's busy, incredibly busy, sometimes too busy to spend time with you. Rafe would dismiss you, "Ain't got time, baby, m'busy," all the damn time. It was getting to the point where you wouldn't even try come over, since you didn't wanna bother him with his work or interrupt him.
That's where he knew something was up.
He'd managed to find you after basically hunting you down, realising he didn't have to look far and simply go to your house. Rafe feels so pathetic stood outside late at night because you weren't spending time with him but this meant a lot to him.
You meant a lot to him.
More than whatever business he was trying to get into. When you come to the door, you find him running his fingers through his buzzed hair almost anxiously. "There's my girl," he says immediately, taking you into his arms with a quick step. "I always got time for you, okay? Don't ever think I don't, m'sorry, baby, aight?"