A/N Not mine, never will be. Haven't seen the show in years but remember it and have been reading fic lately, hence this drabble, which hopefully will get it out of my system. It's RayV POV, though it's a fairly generic voice. Slashy subtext, naturally.

He called her The Stella. Like she was a goddess, or something. Like maybe I don't worship her quite enough.

Like when she calls out my name at night, I can never be sure if it's me she's thinking of, or him.

Stan.

The scrawny punk-ass Polack that got there first with my woman and got more from Benny than I ever thought possible.

I saw them together, and they're happy now, you know?

And so are we. Me and Stella.

Learning all the things he knew. Touching where he must once have touched.

Yeah, I'm jealous. What of it?