Pinky knew that no one understood Star like she did. They thought it was crude and disrespectful when he’d wrap himself around her and rock into her back in plain view. She knew he was saying how much he’d missed her, that he’d waited and he wanted… Pinky’d never had a boyfriend that remained true. It made her feel desirable. She liked to feel him say that.

He called her beautiful with his body, too.

They thought he was mean, but they just didn’t understand. Even Star probably didn’t realize how careful he was with wording. He never called her names and if he said she “looked like a” or “acted like a” the censure pleased her because he thought she could be better than she was. She also knew things scared him; he couldn’t always protect her and bad things often happened. He gave her the courage to try to be better.

Even when he whispered all the things he’d like for her to do she understood the power. Guys like Star lived and died because of control, it didn’t come cheaply. But he gave himself up to her. Trusted her.

Pinky understood that Star loved her very much.