"Mouths to feed?" Chuck echoes, a disbelieving laugh in his voice. "You have, what, a wife and a dog? I'm only short one of those." They do have that fancy condo, too, something that Chuck can still barely wrap his head around, but having decided already to blame Newt if this goes horribly awry, he isn't going to go back on his word now. He has a reputation to maintain, after all, even with the person who's unquestionably his best friend in this place. If anything, the fact that the reason he's here at all is because of a fight just makes that even truer. "And you have a job and I don't, so there you go. I think I'm the one who's at a disadvantage here."