Iggy tilts his head to one side a little, cutting his gaze her way. "What kind of weird?" he asks too casually.

Iggy tucks the cigarettes away when it becomes clear that he's not about to tempt Chrissy into vice. He inhales, exhales smoke away from her.

"Mine's nice enough," he says. "But... well. I didn't agree with the life she had planned for me. I left. And she stopped talking to me." Iggy shrugs, like it's no big deal, but he's a bad actor and the hurt he feels is obvious.

"Just the center is enough reward for me," he says. "I'm lazy today."