“Hey, Thatcher and Akara aren’t telling me a goddamn thing. My dad isn’t picking up his phone. My uncles are being cagey, so what the fuck is going on, Farrow?” “Does he always come in this hot?” Oscar asks Farrow, and I imagine Farrow is either rolling his eyes or glaring at him. “Oscar and Donnelly can hear you,” Farrow warns his husband. “I’m in the car with them.” “I’ve been told to go to the hospital to see my mom—I’m not about to come in fucking cool,” Maximoff retorts.
