Uh-huh. [Resolutely keeping his eyes fixed upwards, locked onto Iggy’s face, because he’s a gentleman, damn it. He swallows tightly, sitting up a bit and shifting so he’s cross-legged, so there’s room for another person to sit on the lounger.]

Biography of Abraham Lincoln. He’s not someone who exists where I’m from, but he’s, um. Fascinating, to me. [Then, apologetically:] He dies, at the end. I was very upset when I found that out, so I – thought I’d warn you.