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

[Iggy listens, expression patient. He's growing quite used to the fact that Dick likes to explain things. When he speaks his voice is gentle.]

Alright. That's more than fair.

Look. I'm sorry for rushing off. I really am. But it's...

[He stops to sip his coffee and thinks.]

I brought up your work because it's the only thing I can think of that might be similar. I don't do medium work anymore. I gave it up. But if someone notices me? They can be really, really insistent. Sometimes I'm all they've got.

In retrospect I wish I hadn't hurried off, but you seemed so chill. You were all... 'yeah babe, do what you gotta do' and I just kinda thought that meant you understood. But then you blew me off for a few days, and I was like, 'okay, so, he's not okay with it.'

[He regards Dick calmly.]

You wanna know where I went? Or do you not care? Genuinely curious.