Charlie smirks down at his phone, more than up to the challenge of proving the hype. He pulls on some shorts, since he was only wearing boxers, and heads to the door. He pauses before touching the handle, however, a familiar anxiety creeping up on him and he goes back, checking to make sure everything is in its place, straightening a few things here and there. Then double checking. Then triple checking. Once he’s satisfied, he does leave, twisting the door handle (three times) and heading outside. He leans against the doorframe as he waits, arms crossed and a small smile on his lips.