"Fuck you, man, you don't know they don't have keys." His tone is more playful than outright angry now, even if he tosses a throw cushion in Ned's direction.

But his next explanation makes the mood more serious again. He's right that Meyer is the first place Charlie's mind goes to at the thought of midnight kidnappings. He has no idea how the hell it works, if it's more fucked of magic like half the things in this place seem to run on, but if it's anything as simple as attempted abduction, he's not going to let him get taken away alone without a fight.

He pushes back to urge to announce any desire to check on Meyer right away. He can slip away to use the can and try it then. He's drunk, alright, he's allowed to be needy.

He lets that topic slide, latching onto the next one much more eagerly. It's fairly hard for him to speak as to how he would feel if Meyer went missing without getting a little obvious.

"That's fucking messed up. See, this is the shit made me leave school soon as I could."