You ask Cobson why he didn’t call the cops. He lets out a low chortle.
<You guys are chill, so it’s fine! Besides, people like him could bear to be roughed around a little sometimes.
Cobbert smiles wider.
<Yeah, I’m sure he didn’t mind too much. Not with all his money to cheer him up.
He looks at you expectantly.
You force a laugh.
For sure. Bastard’s probably already forgotten.
You’re still wary of Cobson, as admittedly chill as he seems. He and Cobbert always get along well though. You suppose it’s expected, considering they’re cousins. Not that he knows him any better because of that – Cobson moved here from Croatia a few years ago, so he’s as much a stranger to Cobbert as he is to you.
