“You can come out now. He’s gone.”Steve very slowly poked his head out from the guitar case in which he’d been hiding, staring wide eyed then quickly slinking back in. “No no no! I promise, it’s alright now. You’re being awfully silly.” Chris tutted. As he fully removed himself from the standard size Gibson gig case, he brushed himself off scowling, “You know I can’t stand him around. Sets my teeth on edge.”“I really wish you’d give him a chance, he’s a nice guy and I feel you’d really like him if you gave him a chance.” Chris sighed, unfolding Steve and assembling his pieces. “I gave him a chance, I don’t like him.”“But I like him! Steve, really!?” “No! He doesn’t like me neither, we’ve never liked each other. Nothing but disrespect. Who do you think locked me in this case!?”“Why... Well I thought you did that to yourself! I- Trevor would never, are you sure?”“What.”“What?”“We’re talking about Rick right?”“.... .... Oh Rick! Christ yeah, I don’t blame you mate, nah, he’s in the next room over tryin’ to gnaw the locks off the liquor cabinet. It’s not locked but I figure he needs the stimulation. Tony’s with his slow bowl in the garden. You can walk about the cabin freely while the lights are turned off.”