“You’re just pissed because the Fiancé isn’t here.” Farrow tilts his head. Not denying. “Don’t be sad, Redford.” Oscar squeezes his shoulder. “I’m sure Maximoff will give you a pity blowjob later.” Farrow smiles. “You’ll have to explain to me what a pity blowjob is, Oliveira. Never had one before.” “Donnelly can explain it to you. It’s all he ever gets.”
