Chuck doesn't hear him at first -- he doesn't have super-hearing -- but the garage is a pretty quiet place when Jay's not blasting music.

His mouth turns down when the sound of walking gets a little closer, though, and stands. He tosses his plastic wrap in the trash can, then considers. It'd be a hassle to lug the chair and stuff out of sight and have it end up being, like, Shephard.

Chuck drops his book on the lawn chair, and meanders a little. Maybe he can see them through the vehicles, figure out if avoidance is worthwhile.