Charlie understood that Ted had to move on. He understood that people were almost as permenant as his car that still hadn't made it back from wherever he'd seen it last. He understood that he was now without a life partner, and he knew that it was not something new or different. People lost those they held near and dear every day. Knowing and understanding these things did not always make it easier.
Every creature in the house tried to cheer the ex-detective up, and while they did get a smile or two, he'd fade back into something not unlike melancholy. Melancholy wasn't a good look on the man; he was a better smiler, even if it was a little distant and secretive.
Charlie for a moment hoped it was Jennifer, but she had no need to knock on the door. Unless she did. His brow rose at the thought, and he rose from the couch to answer the three knocks.
"Oh. Honour. Ted isn't here." He gave the young woman a slight nod. She was usually there for the kinder, gentler ex-con.