It was like talking to an obnoxious frat boy who felt like his masculinity was rated on how many outdated insults he could come up with, like numb nuts. Oliver was betting Simms had been the kind of guy who quoted that annoying Wazzzuupp beer commercial long after the fad had faded. God. Owen snickered softly to himself.
Still, Owen wasn't positive that Simms would take a swing as soon as the cell was open. Ideally, sure, it would happen, but...
With a sigh, Owen lifted the keys. "Do you want a break from this shitty cell, or not? If you want to stay put, say the word and Oliver and I can go back to doing something productive." If Simms chose to stay in the cell, that counted, didn't it?