[He sighs and shifts around to sit in the front seat beside Charlie while they're stopped, where he props his feet up on the dash and rests his arms behind his head. After a moment of silence, he starts to whistle the Toreador March.

He's actually kind of pleased with how everything is working out right now, even if Charlie is refusing to acknowledge him. Nobody has to see him if he doesn't want them to. Of course it might turn out that only Charlie can hear him in the first place, but that's okay. He never really was a people person, and he'll never have to fake it again.]