"Yeah, maybe." Charlie is not the most spectacularly observant person ever, especially in this place.

But Ned gave him something honest there, and Charlie figures the smart thing to do would be to give one back. That's how being friendly works, right? He takes a moment with cigarette, watching the glowing tip as he brings it to his mouth, stalling for a little longer.

"Hows I sees it, back in our day or whatever. Fuck, that makes me sound like fucking eighty, don't it? Fuck it," another drag of smoke, blowing it out through his nose, "Love ain't anything you get with anther guy, y'know? You have a quick fuck and asking for anything more'n that is being a fucking idiot."

Hopefully Ned picks up on the implication that his... thing with Meyer ain't exactly been the first time he's gone down this road.