“In the corner, wolf scout.” He motions to the middle. “Pick a chip over here. Promise you won’t die.” They reach the table. “You can’t promise that, man.” Maximoff pulls out two metal chairs. “I could choke on the chip and die.” Farrow tilts his head. “I’d give you the Heimlich. I’m your doctor.” They both take their seats. Maximoff blinks. “Sounds like you just want to touch me.” “I wouldn’t need to be your doctor to touch you. I’m your fiancé,” he says pointedly.
