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

Iggy makes a bit of a face but says nothing, committed to listening completely instead of arguing right away.

By the time Dick finishes speaking he's warmed up even more, fingers gently chafing Dick's knuckles.

"It's okay," he says softly. "I'm even more new to this than you are, you know. I've never had a relationship before at all, outside of financially motivated arrangements."

He looks to the enclosure, but still no bears.

"I don't know what makes you think I'm so different. And I'm sorry if you felt shot down - it's not that I'm not interested, you know, I just would like a bit more warning next time. You know, maybe a little more kissing before the dick gran?" He looks back and smiles to show that he's not angry.

"This is all very strange for me. I'm trying to learn how to look out for myself, and how to not just provide a sexual fantasy every time we hang out. I mean... I could, if you'd like that. But then we'd be something else."