Ned is mid-clean when Charlie shows up, complete with bright yellow gloves and apron, a damp washcloth cluthed in one hand, his hair slightly disarrayed. He can tell that something is up right away. Charlie doesn't seem the type who would need to justify his presence, if this were merely a social call. Plus, the words 'we need to have a talk' and all variants thereupon are never a good sign.

So he steps aside and lets Charlie in, a frown of concern on his face. There are any number of things Charlie could need to have a chat with him about. Could it be as simple as the dream of his that Ned had stumbled his way into? Or is this something to do with watching over Meyer while he's injured? Or could it be in reference to what he'd recently learned about those two.

"Please, have a seat," he gestures at the couch, but makes no move to sit down himself.