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You’ve had these “Dateviators” for a few weeks now and while it’s been fun- well, mostly fun, it’s also been exhausting.
Suddenly learning that your whole house has been filled with so many watchful eyes and loud personalities was… tough? It’s not all bad but you’re not sure you can ever take a shit in your own toilet again.
Although, you suppose that if you are going to be imprisoned. Imprisoned? Close enough to it anyways? You may as well have some company. Even if a few of the Objects in your home are making it their life mission to annoy you until you question your sanity and your entire reality as you know it.
And while there are some Objects you’ve come to really bond with, there are none quite like Betty.
Oh, Betty.
You can hardly maintain eye contact with her some days. Knowing that there was someone watching over you, so literally, while you slept every night was a pill hard enough to swallow on its own, but add in the factor of Betty being the most beautiful woman you’ve probably ever seen in your socially reclusive life, well, let’s just say that it’s been hard not to blush like a lovesick fool around her.
She’s so soft spoken, and giving, and all you want is so to give back! It’s clear to you that something is on her mind and you want to help. She’s a friend before she could ever be anything else, and you definitely want it to be something else, and seeing her not sleeping and retreating in on herself has you worried for the woman who makes every night blissfully comfortable.
Even now, you’re supposed to be holding a conversation with Maggie about her latest case, something about Bobby Pinn trying to start a pyramid scheme with Stella? Regardless, you’re not being a very good friend because all you can think about is Betty. Maybe Maggie has some inside info on why Betty is struggling with sleep?
You try your hardest to pay attention to Maggie, following her lips as she speaks and nodding at appropriate times. You tell her you’ll help her solve the case tomorrow and end your discussion, momentarily taking the glasses off as you trudge up the stairs and get ready for bed.
Dorian opens your bedroom door for you as you make your way up the stairs and you gently tap the doorway in thanks when you walk through it.
You start to get undressed, you take off your pants in your regular clumsy fashion and throw on an oversized tee. Stretching out, arms wild and joints clicking, you feel the carpet beneath your feet and in between your toes.
You say goodnight to the air, knowing that the objects in your room will understand it’s for all of them collectively.
Your Dateviators still have some juice left which is exactly what you were hoping for. You could say the resident detective has been rubbing off on you because truth be told, you’ve been scheming. A lot. If Betty is having such trouble sleeping then you’re going to ensure that she gets to sleep first for once. Or at least, that’s your grand plan.
A small sigh escapes you as you finish brushing your teeth and tossing a quick goodnight to your bathroom furniture, or is it facilities? Appliances? Not the time to get into it, you’ll ask them tomorrow on the correct terminology.
As you re-enter your bedroom, fighting back a yawn from the cozy vibes this room always provides, you run your hands along the faint bumps in your pleated blanket. Your bed is always so soft to the touch and incredibly plush, and you swear you’ve never been more grateful than you are right now for that fact as you let yourself fall into the mattress.
You gently stroke your arms up and down the quilt, loving the feeling of the cool but not cold sheets. It’s like running your hands over the surface of the ocean and you’re not one for exaggerating… well, maybe a little.
Getting comfortable, you rub your head into your right pillow, Timmy would approve you’re sure, and you turn to lay on your side, facing the left side of your bed.
You’re doubly comfortable and almost shy knowing that it’s not just your bed that’s providing you such comfort, knowing that it’s not just your bed that you’re caressing. You wonder if Betty can feel these little acts of adoration.
You stick your Dateviators back on and the little start up noise allows you to see the woman who clearly wasn’t expecting a visit tonight. She’s already laying on the other side of the bed, facing you, and she doesn’t seem at all put out by the fact she’s been caught staring. Betty is looking at you with such a gentle yet earnest look, her features conveying a million words that your lovesick mind can’t even begin to comprehend.
“Hey, cutie.” The words are soft like her eyes, her tone pleasantly surprised if not a little teasing. God, shes going to be the death of you. Focus. Grand master plan time!
“Hey, Betty-“ it’s at this point you realise you have no idea what you’re going to say. Some plan this is. Your mind starts blurting out ice breakers, but something tells you that asking her if she’s a cat or dog person isn’t going to land.
Your internal conflict is starting to get the better of you and the last thing you want is for Betty to come to your rescue. This is supposed to be about her, for her.
Pulling yourself together as best you can in what must be close to three real seconds, you manage to get out a question, or question s, in a satisfyingly non mortifying manner, “- I wondered if we could talk? I mean, I know it’s late but I’m not all that tired and I figured who better to get comfortable and chat with than my bed mate?” You hope you’re coming across as close to charming and not as sheepish as you feel.
Talking to pretty women that also happen to be your bed has gotta be one of the top ten hardest experiences ever.
You didn’t have much to worry about though because Betty is as socially graceful as ever, if anything she seems to enjoy your awkwardness and the fact you’re trying to hide it. She smiles easily at you, not that she ever really stopped, and tucks some of her beautiful hair behind ear.
“You know, Honey, that doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea,” she moves her arm into your space and starts dragging her pointer finger over your hand in slow delicate motions, “I’d have fun doing anything with you, you know.”
Well that’s a relief! And really sweet! And ohmygodshestouchingyourhand! And that’s stage one of the plan complete. Maybe you didn’t fully hash out any concrete stages when coming up with these plans but, hey! You gotta live in the moment sometimes.
You look down at your hand, following the motion of her finger as she effortlessly draws shapes into your skin with a gentleness you’ve not been privy to since you were small. You smile a little harder, a little more genuinely.
You look back up to see that she’s watching you, clearly happy and possibly a little amused at your obvious enjoyment in her gesture. It also occurs to you that you’re the one who’s supposed to be talking now. Right. Phase two, no, stage two. You’re doing stages. Focus.
“Well, how about to start off, you could tell me if you’re a cat or dog person?” Car crash sound effects blast in your mind, you fight the urge to cringe. You thought you weren’t doing trashy ice breakers? Jeez you’re as suave as… well, you’re just not suave.
Before you can start mentally berating yourself further, your spiralling thoughts are cut off by a thoughtful hum. God bless Betty for being a good sport.
She uses her free hand to tap her chin, as if in deep considering to your honestly elementary question. She’s clearly enjoying this impromptu game of twenty one questions despite its silliness.
After playfully pretending to be unsure, her eyes ‘looking’ up and around the ceiling for an answer, and then finally back to your face, she answers you. “Most beds aren’t a fan of pets, all the fur and the drool can be uncomfortable for some,” Betty takes a second to change her hold on your hand slightly, now playing with your fingers, “but I personally have no problem with a cute kitty or two, or even a dog. If they’re important to you, they can be important to me.” She’s still tracing your fingers like she wants to memorise every inch of them.
You start trying to think of what to say next while trying not to blush, but your thoughts are interrupted by Betty who’s now smirking at you. “Although, I will say, when it comes to… domestic moments,” she winks at you, “or a tryst , I’m not fond of sharing my space .” person is left unsaid but thoroughly implied.
Duly noted. Very much noted. Yep. This woman loves to cuddle. And who can blame her?
You suddenly remember Teddy mentioning that Betty is possessive of the bed. At the time you didn’t think much of it, maybe assumed it was a joke. You’re now beginning to think he was serious. You’re not even slightly worried about it though, she’s never made you feel unwelcome, if anything it’s like she wishes for nothing more than for you to use her, or the bed that is. She always looks at you so fondly after you have an impromptu nap.
You’re now even further off track than when you started. You try to remember your goal amidst the perfect as always company. Betty is definitely hiding stuff, keeping her words flirtatious and away from anything too close to home. Maybe a more personal question is in order? You don’t want to make your bed partner uncomfortable and while you could easily talk all night, you really do need to get somewhere with this so that you can both sleep peacefully at some point tonight.
“I’ve always been a fan of rescuing animals myself. I was thinking that maybe I- we could get a hairless cat? Then we won’t have to worry about getting fur in your beautiful hair.” You admit to yourself that was maybe the smoothest thing you’ve ever said and if the subtle blush Betty is sporting is any indication, she agrees.
You carry on, using the compliment as a stepping stone. “It’s the least I could do for you anyways, you already do so much for me,” she’s fully holding your hand now, her thumb moving in slow circles over the soft spot between your thumb and rest of your hand, “I- I want to know about all the little things you want. Ways that I can make you smile as effortlessly as you make me.”
For a second you see Betty’s eyebrows pinch, her lower lip between her teeth, like she’s contemplating something. It’s the most out of character you’ve seen her in the last few days, maybe she’s thinking of opening up to you?
Maybe not though, because as quickly as it comes, the expression soothes back into that easy smile. Her eyes have that same look in them, like they’re trying to tell you every single secret they keep if you can just stop and listen.
“You’re so sweet, but I’d much rather focus on you. The things I want,” she stops to consider her own words, “they’re not important. The stars don’t concern themselves with the dedicated astronomer.” She sighs and looks away, although it looks like she hadn’t meant to, you’re unsure if it was a sigh of longing or sorrow. You eventually decide that it was probably a combination of the two.
You’re starting to put the pieces together. Betty has mentioned having feelings for someone in passing to you a few times. This clearly goes deeper than a crush and the object of her affections doesn’t seem to reciprocate.
Heh, object of affection.
You can’t understand it, surely they know of Betty’s longing? At least where you’re standing, or lying, it seems obvious enough that she’s clearly as lovesick over someone as you are with her.
So all this sleeplessness is from pining? From overthinking? Heartbreak? You’re going to have to dig a little deeper if you want any real answers.
“What makes you say that? I may not be the stars you seek, but I see you, and I think you’re very… you’re very important to me. Please let me help, help me understand.” Her eyebrows raise, are thumb halting momentarily. This is easily the most shocked you’ve ever seen her.
You wonder if you’ve gone too far, if you were a little too honest, when she suddenly laughs. It’s not cruel or brash but it’s there, a small splattering of giggles. You almost want to laugh with her, it’s contagious and ridiculously cute.
“You-“ she pauses to really take you in, smile wide, and maybe a little disbelieving, “you seriously don’t know?”
Well now you’re furrowing your brows. Don’t know what? Maybe you’re not as good of a detective as you thought. Sorry Maggie.
Betty continues on, voice a little shy. “You know that I’m in love, don’t you?” Well, yes. That part you’ve summarised.
You nod, hoping she’ll elaborate. She has no trouble doing so. “And you… aren’t sure who it is?” She’s giggling again, maybe you should feel offended but there’s still no malice, it’s nice to see her happy.
You shake your head, no. And frankly, you’re starting to feel stupid. Should you have known? Was it an open secret? Maybe it wasn’t a secret at all?
She carefully removes her hand from your grip. You snap out of your thoughts and look at her, searching. Did you do something wrong? Maybe you made her uncomfortable after all. She seems to hear your thoughts, her gaze nothing but assuring as she now gently cups your face. Her thumb slowly travelling up and down your cheek in a soothing motion.
This feels important. You’re trying to make sense of it. Of all of it. You suddenly feel like this all means more than just trying to get Betty to sleep peacefully for once. Are you in over your head? Or are you right where you need to be?
“I’ve been so silly. I thought… well. I thought you knew. I thought you were too polite to say anything, that your silence was answer enough. I guess I thought a lot of things, huh, Darling?” She moves a little closer into your space, your bodies closer than they’ve ever been. She’s practically on the edge of her pillow. Is it hot in here suddenly? Is Hector messing with the room temperature again, or is it just your face burning?
You go to share your confusion with her, opening and closing your mouth. She looks down at your lips and suddenly you can’t move them anymore. “I love it when you’re speechless. But, I also love your voice,” her fingers travel up your face, nails gently dragging, and make their way into your hair, playing with it and twirling the pieces around her fingers, “are you seeing it now? You are the stars. My stars. I love you. I have since that first night.” She looks amused at keeping up with her own cheesy metaphor despite the seriousness in her words.
Before you can even begin to process any of this she speaks again, clearly on a roll now that she’s left her heart bare to you. “Do you remember? It took you hours to assemble me, you held all my parts so delicately, careful not to lose my smaller pieces,” she bites her lip, “you then put my mattress on the frame with care, you didn’t just throw it on.”
“The feeling of your hands smoothing out the covers, the way you arranged the pillows with deliberate thought,” she’s staring at you. Her eyes are hot on you. They demand you listen, “I think I was already falling for you, even then.”
She sighs in the way you do when reflecting on happier memories. “I was already smitten, truly, I was. And then you finally found your way to me, you finally went to bed. You were- are, beautiful. You settled in the sheets like you never wanted to be anywhere else, and I was perfectly happy with that. Content to watch you, take pleasure in your pleasure.” Her hand leaves your head, you miss the feeling of her nails on your scalp but the feeling is far away compared to the feelings caused by her words.
Oh.
Oh.
Eloquent? Maybe not. But wow. She loves you. She’s been in love with you. Your chest tightens as your mind races. This is overwhelming in the best ways imaginable. You’ve been desperately hopeless over this woman for weeks and now you find out she’s been even more hopelessly infatuated with you.
You can’t help it, you smile wide, feeling light in a way you’ve surely never felt before. Maybe it’s too soon for you to be in this deep, maybe you’re rushing this, but it’s not like it’s everyday that people fall head over heels for their furniture either.
Besides, it’s been maybe a month for you, but it’s been years for her. So many days and nights of wishing to hold someone who’s so close and still impossibly far. Why make her wait? You know what you want, and you want her.
Deciding to turn the tables slightly, you take both of her hands in your own. The feeling of her skin on yours is empowering and you regret ever being physically apart.
Sorry Skylar, but these glasses might just have to stay on permanently.
Further copying your bed mate, you bring yourself into her space. Your hands intertwined and legs agonisingly close, you can feel her breath on your skin.
Betty looks to be enamoured with this decision, momentarily closing her eyes like she can’t believe that you’re actually in her space, near holding her. Breathing you in, allowing you to let your eyes trail over her face, marvelling at each freckle and eyelash.
You really should say something, anything, but to break this moment feels like sin.
“Betty-“ she doesn’t allow you to finish, one of her hand escaping your grasp to gently shush you. You fight the urge to shiver at the feeling of her finger placed upon your lip.
“Please, I need to say this.” You already know you’ll give her whatever she wants.
“Do you know how beautiful you are? Truly? Do you know how hard it was to watch you day in and day out?” She presses her forehead to yours. “Watching you wrap yourself around the sheets, fully encompassed by me .”
“The way your shirt would ride up in the night, exposing your stomach. You always look so soft. I would- I would try to touch you. I knew I couldn’t and I knew I shouldn’t , but you were just so… breathtaking.” You’re on fire at her words.
You kiss her finger and lead that same hand away from your face and down to your waist. She may not be finished speaking but maybe you can show her your reciprocation of feelings in another way.
You lift your shirt slightly and her nails barely scratch your lower stomach as they follow your lead. Her hand slowly exploring every inch of your abdomen, occasionally tracing the waistband of your underwear. Her touch is incredible and you can feel your abdominals tighten and your breath becoming shallow.
You are hers to touch whenever she desires.
You’re not sure what stage of the plan this is and you’re not sure if you care anymore. Sleep doesn’t seem to be a problem anymore and it’s a different kind of sleep at the forefront of your mind.
Get your mind out of the gutter .
Betty doesn’t look to be in a much better state, her cheeks a ruddy hue and lip firmly between her teeth. Her eyes are as much of a thank you as they are a plea, and you’re not going to disappoint.
You nod slightly with your eyes fluttering closed, encouraging these transgressions. Your head moving away from hers as you try to keep the little composure you still have. If the simple touch of her fingers on your skin is enough to evoke this reaction you aren’t sure if you can handle what else these hands might do.
As she continues her practically sinful journey you eventually find the ability to speak. “Betty- love,” her hands stop for a moment at this, the term lover clearly causing a reaction, “you are the only thing on my mind from the minute I wake till the minute I sleep. I find myself looking for you in everything.” Honestly that could be an understatement.
“You say the stars aren’t interested-“ you’re cut off by goosebumps travelling up your spine. You’re weak in the arms of the woman you love, “but had it ever occurred to you that they shine only for you? Casting their light for your eyes only?” You take Betty’s hand, regrettably removing it from your waist and playing with her fingers much like she did with yours earlier.
“Coming to learn that it’s you that has been watching over me, ensuring I sleep so peacefully. It made me so happy.” She’s looking at you shyly, head slightly lowered into her own shoulder, like her hand wasn’t just causing you to shiver in the most intoxicating way. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, you know that right?” She nods and you know she believes you.
Your faces are still so close together. You decide to be brave, cupping her face and brining your faces closer still. You whisper when you speak, your eyes searching hers.
“Hello, love.” You tuck some of her hair behind her ear, she leans into your touch as if starved.
“Hey, cutie.” Face still flush against your hand.
“I-“ her eyes meet yours and for the first time you’re starting to think that you’re learning to understand them.
“Ask me.” Open. Honest. Wanting.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
As cliche as it is, time seems to slow as you draw your faces together. The gentle bump of your noses feeding the fire in you, your heart racing.
Your lips connect. Pillowy and so soft. It’s steady and it’s undemanding, the both of you just happy to be in the moment.
Betty brings her hand to your collarbone and travels until it reaches the back of your neck, playing with your baby hairs as you somehow lean further into each other.
You’re not sure how long you hold the embrace, your lips continuing to envelop hers. Soft mewling sounds escape from Betty’s mouth and the vibrations cause you to sigh into her.
You eventually release her lower lip, catching your breath, and placing a small kiss on the side of her mouth.
It’s Betty who speaks first “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Sighing into your neck where she’s now hiding her face. Well, maybe hiding isn’t the word for it if the delicate kisses she’s placing there are anything to go by.
Your chest squeezes from the both the kisses and her words. You’ve never felt so wanted. It’s exhilarating. You’re just sorry that this couldn’t happen sooner.
“You can kiss me whenever you like.”
“Careful, you might regret those words.” Always so teasing. You let out a small laugh.
“Can I be honest about something?” She now regards you a little more seriously.
“You can share anything with me.” She says it like it’s final, a promise.
You almost laugh, feeling a little stupid in hindsight. Remembering how this evening started feels like a lifetime ago.
“I’m so glad this happened the way it did… but I-“ you’re not sure why you’re nervous, you sigh, trying to release the tension under your skin, “I always want to talk to you, you’re always on my mind. But talking wasn’t my only goal of this evening.” You look into her eyes.
She’s shocked? Blushing? What?
Oh. Oh no.
“Wait! No, I mean, I’d love that too. Wait. I uh-“ she cuts you off, finger back on your lips.
“Don’t take it back now, who said I wasn’t interested?” You want nothing more than to wipe the smirk off her face but your humiliation leaves you more red in the cheeks than she is.
“I really didn’t mean it like that! God, I’m just making this worse,” an awkward laugh pushes past your lips, “It’s just- you-“
Deep breaths, you can do it.
“You’ve looked so sad recently. And I didn’t know why.” Her eyes widen a little, she starts fidgeting with the ends of her hair.
“Oh. I thought I was doing a better job at hiding that- I’m sorry-“ you cut her off this time.
“No- no! Please, let me finish. I wanted to put your mind at ease. I didn’t know what was wrong, but I- I wanted to comfort you.”
You take her hand again. “I know you haven’t been sleeping, and I didn’t know why. And I thought if I surprised you, and spoke to you for a bit, that maybe you could fall asleep a little easier.”
You push on. “I was planning on talking about small little nothings, let you ramble about anything and everything. Maybe playing with your hair or letting you lay in my arms… I guess my plan went awry, sorry about that.”
You play with her hands as a way of avoiding eye contact. Each second without a response is agony. For some reason you fear her reaction. What if she sees this as a breach of trust? That you tried to manipulate her? What if she sees you attempt at helping her as rude? Or something equally horrifying?
Why isn’t she saying anything?
Please say something.
You can’t take it anymore. You meet her eyes.
Are those tears in her eyes? Oh no. You fucked up.
She’s laughing.
Wait. She’s laughing? And sort of crying? Did you break her?
She tries to wipe away the forming tears. “You’d really do that for me?” She’s smiling in a way you’ve never seen from her. Her teeth are on full display. She has dimples.
“You really just wanted to help? You really wanted to comfort me? You waited all day just to help me sleep?” Of course you did.
You decide to echo your thoughts. “Of course I did. Betty I love you, as a friend and… so much more. It really bothered me to see you struggling.”
She seems at a loss for words. Her smile wide but her eyebrows drawn together. You don’t understand why this would be so confusing but you suppose it’s better than anger.
You both continue to sit in silence for a few minutes. You’re happy to give Betty all the time she needs.
Eventually she sighs and rests her head on your shoulder, breathing deeply into your neck.
“No one has ever cared about me like that before.” You start to play with her hair, hoping it soothes her. “Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m well liked, I’m an easy person to get along with. I also know that others are attracted to me, and I like the attention, I really do.” You run your fingers along her scalp, and she takes a moment to revel in it.
“Can I be honest with you now?” Her hair is so soft.
“You can tell me anything, always.”
She’s silent for a moment, her hands tightening as they grab your shirt. “I’m used to being used, I like feeling useful. I’m Betty, your reliable bed. I’m there to keep people safe and satisfied.” She releases your shirt and instead slowly brings her hand back down to your stomach.
“For a long time I didn’t think anyone would ever see me as more than someone to lie with. And you- I loved when you used me. I love watching you.” She starts drawing stars into your skin with her nails.
“But what I wanted the most, the thing that keeps me up at night, is you.” You feel her sigh into your neck. “Not just you. All of you. I grew so tired of not being able to touch you. Of not being able to talk to you. I crave more of you… I crave romance. And I want it with you in a way that leaves my chest aching.” Soft kisses are placed on your neck, purely a sign of affection and nothing else.
“I was worried that you’d only want me in the way everyone else does. That even if you grew to know all of me, you wouldn’t want to keep it.” You feel her palm flatten out and rest on your lower ribs.
“Ultimately, I want what you want.” The press of her now tense jaw against your collarbone tells you otherwise. “Okay, no. I said I would be honest. Honest with myself. I want you to want me. And if your original plans for tonight are any indication, you do.” She lifts her head away from your neck, you miss her warmth.
Her gaze is open and vulnerable. You meet her eyes, your own blazing with affection. “So, I guess what I’m asking is, how much of me do you want?”
All of her, more than anything. More than you can put into words. You can’t fathom how anyone wouldn’t.
“Domestic sounds wonderful. You are so much more than just someone to lie with. Honestly, Betty, I’m almost embarrassed at how much I want to do the little things with you. I want to do everything with you.” You place a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I want to brush your hair while you tell me about your day. I want to read with you while I’m tucked away in your arms. I want to learn everything about you, the things you love, and the things you hate. Do you hear me? The amount of want I feel towards you makes me a fool. I know it’s sappy but, jeez, Betty. I want as much as you’ll give me.” By the time you’ve finished your declaration, your chest is near heaving. Passionate displays of dedication take a lot of out a hopeless romantic.
Betty all but jumps you, she’s on you. Her hands in your hair and lips dancing with your own. Zero complaints. She continues to kiss you senseless until you’re both desperate for air. She pulls away, her cheeks red and you can feel the way the yours mirror hers. Her expression is shy, like she can’t believe, well, any of it.
“I want that too, with you.” You’re both beaming at each other.
“For as long as you’ll have me.” She giggles. You can feel the love struck look on your face and you decidedly do not care.
“Until the last star burns out.” You love those dimples so much.
The time drags on as you both continue to smile at each other. Everything is different but also the same. Maybe your master plan didn’t go the way you hoped but this is a thousand times better.
You yawn despite the emotional night. “I don’t want to take the glasses off yet.” The admittance is soft.
“I don’t think I want you to take them off yet either. How about you lay with me for a while, Lover?” You never need to ask twice.
You place your head on her chest and she wraps her arms around you. You feel safe like you’ve never felt before. Your legs intertwined, she places gentle kisses in your hair.
“Goodnight, Betty. I love you.” You’ll never tire of saying it. And you suspect that Betty will never tire of hearing it.
“Goodnight, my love.” Her voice is soft, wistful.
You let the sleep come to you, and it does with ease. The woman in your arms paired with the hour of the night leaving you with no energy to fight it off. You can hear Betty’s breathing slow with your own. Your consciousness spotty and body floating.
“Betty?” She hums, “how does a date sound?”
“Wonderful.” And with that, you both drift off to sleep, a smile still on your face.
Mission success?
She calls you her stars, but the way she shines, you’re positive that it’s you who is the astronomer.
What a stupid metaphor. You sorta love it.
it’s also safe to say that Skylar wasn’t happy the next day. You promise to download some apps of her choice and get a “much cuter” phone case as compensation. Although, you get the feeling she’s secretly happy for you under her pouty attitude.
If you come home a few weeks later with a telescope tattoo on your arm and a small bundle of starflowers, well, that’s nobody’s business but yours.