It's a little hard to say. I'm not sure how much is genuine danger and how much is just my own fear of something bad happening. But he's never disobeyed me directly, at least.

Maybe it's more like . . . it feels like permission? Or that it's easier for me to . . . be angry myself. I don't know.

[He lets go of Gold Experience and gets back to the business of braiding, which has a lot of finger-combing involved by the simple necessity of how much goddamn hair he's got. Gold Experience seems to hesitate, then leans carefully against Star's shoulder.]

Is it easy for you to tell what's Star's and what's yours?