[Ah, good, that makes him—happy, happier than it should, maybe. Or maybe "should" is the wrong way to look at it, but he's egregiously happy for a moment to hear that Charles would make something like coming to see him at work such an integral part of his day. It makes him smile down at his phone, a little too soft to be anything but inordinately pleased. Somehow just the thought of not seeing Charles almost every day feels desperately lonely, but that's—that's not sandwich shop talk.

So a night shift would be even better! Ah, but oh yeah, Charles is a social media novice, let's see...]

It's, uh, for updates. You know, like if you change your profile or upload more pictures... it'll tell me.

[And he wants to know, particularly about the pictures, ahem—]

But it's also just, you know, for important people. Symbolically, I guess.