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

"It's nice," Iggy says. "Having you be really you. It makes me feel like I can be me, too." Perhaps oddly enough, Iggy is slow to let himself be truly how he is when he's alone. Part of him still tries to be 'on,' to please.

Iggy watches, eyes still wide. He's enchanted.

"My mom almost never snapped," he says, almost shyly. "She was just about the kindest, most patient mom you can imagine. And she was stuck with me all day every day, practically!"