So Swifty and Wes, depending on the day… hour… moment, either get along like two peas in a pod, or are quite literally at each other’s throats. They know each other better than anypony, and frequently lean on each other, supporting and helping each other out. They also put their athletic abilities to good use trying to buck one another off of the roof (in Swifty’s case), or flip unexpectedly out of a tree wearing “pompom boxing gloves” (in Wes’s case). They’re besties.