Charlie had to school his expression when he watched Callum approach the bed carefully, to keep himself from smirking. Instead he managed a mostly straight face, though the corner of his mouth was threatening to pull up when Callum pressed against the mattress once before sitting on it - like he was afraid it was cursed. Though perhaps that wasn't such an outlandish thing to think considering the bed in question.
Callum was right about the size of the mattress though, it was fucking huge - and a very big change from the single cots they had been sleeping on - or the occasional double. But it wasn't the size that got to him so much as it was everything else about the bed.
"That'll end up getting old real quick." Charlie said when Callum suggested putting the mattress and box on the floor and getting rid of the rest of the bed - Charlie might push himself like he was still in his twenties but he knew he'd feel even closer to his age having to get up off the floor every morning. Probably better to keep it higher up. "Alastor did say he was sending extra blankets, I think we could get rid of all of this." Charlie said having stepped closer to the bed and pulling up some of the bedding. "We ought to send it all back to Alastor while we're at it."