You tolerated Coyle, you both were considered crazy. He was always talking about the law, you could care less for it, and he clearly hated it.

You two were alone, Gooseberry was off in a trial while you two were free. Coyle walked into the room. “Hah! Notice anything different?!” Coyle said, his accent coming through and clearly got upset when you didn’t notice anything different. “My aviators, they’re different.” Coyle said, taking the pair off and pulling out his so called old pair to show the difference, which there wasn’t.