[Well, Dick had thought that's what a twink was at first, but he didn't think that Iggy was talking about his own death, so he was thinking that maybe he was talking about the death of his dick figuratively -- since he was, oh hell, Dick really wasn't all that gay. What did he know.

Now he knew better, but it still didn't sound right. It was pretty much what Dick meant. He'd be around for it all.

The angular features, the beautiful man he was now and then. Whatever they decided to do with their lives, Dick certainly wasn't always going to be as fit as he was now. He'd work as long as he could, and do his best, but who knew how long that was.]

I know what a twink is believe it or not. I ... just thought- it doesn't matter, but I get it now. It's the same answer, I see no reason not to stick around. Unless you decide to dump me because I'm not the perfect specimen when I get older. If I get older.