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Rafe doesn’t have friends. He has enemies and people he tolerates. But at the drop of a hat, there’s a shift and there they are-- enemies again. Rafe had asked Barry for a favor, one that clearly wasn’t difficult which is information that he’d be sure to save for later. However, when Rafe changed his mind and Barry treated it all as some sort of shitty joke, first he had to deal with his father’s would-be assassin and then-- it was time for Barry. Riding his bike back to Barry’s trailer with a grim look on his face, his own father’s blood still coating his hands for the last few hours. After Ward Cameron ended up on the private chartered plane, Rafe had been taken to the sheriff’s office for hours of questioning. Grinding his teeth, throwing his helmet down without a care in the world, Rafe pounds on the door of the trailer. “Barry!” he screams, pounding again, as if he’d given the man any time to get to the door. “What the fuck was that man? What the fuck?!” And now he’s kicking the door, anger coursing through his veins.
