Truth
He's a cheeky bugger. Quick to smile, first to laugh.
He's always warm and friendly to him.
Ready to say all the right words.
"Fuck that bitch, One Two!" He's got his arm wrapped around his shoulder, grinning like a kid in a candy store, "Come on, we'll go grab some drinks, meet some nice lasses and take 'em home and have ourselves a right good time, ya?"
One Two stares directly into his eyes; he's usually a good judge of character though he can see nothing but honesty in the other's eyes. He means what he says.
"Thought you weren't into the lasses? Didn't float you're boat."
"Eh, I don't mind eating out every once in a while." Handsome Bob beamed up at him.
He let out a bark of laughter and clapped the younger man on the shoulder, "That's my boy."