Summary:

"Fucking moron." Cliff mutters. "Who doesn't like eating pussy? Well. I mean." He darts a glance out of the corner of his eye. Rozanov chuckles into the mouth of his beer. "Marley, you know how much pussy I've eaten?" "I just meant--I wasn't trying to be insensitive. I know Hollander's gay." "Mm. True, Shane would cry." He tilts his beer into his mouth then, so Cliff almost doesn't hear him say, "Different for him with cock, though." Cliff laughs. "You're a fuckin' dog, Rozy." "Whaaat? I'm just saying, my husband? Fucking lo-o-ves to suck cock. Loves it." Cliff is just trying to be a good friend. He's not realizing anything about himself at all.