...therapy. [Koby repeats it like he's never heard of such a thing. There's no mental health on the seas, obviously. Still, Iggy's explanation makes sense.] That's...good? Good. Um. Do you enjoy it?

Oh. [Leaning backwards, giving Iggy a thoughtful once-over, Koby nods slowly. If Iggy's a twink, being a twink must be okay.] That makes sense. Um, thank you. For explaining.

I guess. [Koby rests his chin on his knees, hugging his legs even tighter.] I still feel stupid, though. I spent my whole life dreaming of something, and it...isn't what I thought it'd be.