[Koby frowns deeply, leaning even closer, bumping his knees to Iggy's and meeting his eyes with that intent, unflinching gaze, magnified by those dumb purple glasses.]

Things are different here. I only have a couple friends at home, but I have them here. Everyone's really nice, and if anyone isn't, tell me and I'll make them stop.

[Then, breaking into a smile, reaching out and squeezing Iggy's arm:] I want to hang out with you. I don't mind that you're spooky. Or gay.

Actually most people here are. More or less.