There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

No, because you didn't tell me and feigned ignorance. "Oh, what job is that, Iggy?" Thbbbt. [Yes, he just blew a raspberry.

But he does shut up and listen, at least.]

Don't get defensive, you're the one who told me all your relationships go to shit. But that first one is rough.

[Iggy watches, nonplussed.]

Because people sometimes get possessive of their partners. You might decide, well, he's mine now, I can control what he does, who he sees. You'd control my finances.

I don't know what the hell you want from me, Dick. I thought things were, you know, casual. But then you admit to knowing stuff about me that I did not tell you, and you offer up your mouth virginity - I'm still reeling from that, not even gonna lie - like it's some normal apology, and then subtly shade my sugar daddies, and then get all... emo. All of this while I feel like ass.