"That works too," Iggy agrees. He still likes rizz, though.

Iggy smiles, his eyes betraying a caution that wasn't there previously. "I can handle weird," he says breezily.

His smile turns down at the corners a little. "I would," he says, "if she were talking to me." He digs a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and offers her one. "Sounds like you might understand how that goes."

He lights up. "You can lead me, I'm pretty hopeless."