I'm not as deep in the character analysis as many are but one thing I can't stop thinking about with Bob and Otto is like. What if you had a friend and you were mean to each other in a friendly way, antagonism as banter, someone you could argue and argue with and not be enemies at the end of the day. And what if things happened, and you grew apart, and grew bitter, and the playful antagonism started stabbing with real venom until it all burned to ash. And now, isolated and drowning in self-loathing, the painful mean words in your memories curdle into expressions of real disdain.
THATS THE TICKET!! the playful bantering stopped and the real resentment festered in its place... they both spent so much time together but it's all stained by grief and distance









