He had a whole three numbers programmed into his phone, the little brick thing Mordecai had handed to him with promises of something better when he had time - Mordecai's number, Jane's, and the number for the gallery in case he couldn't reach either. He huffed a little, staring at the screen. Mordecai had taken off a while ago to take care of some business, leaving Chuck feeling lonely on the couch being swallowed up by one of Mordecai's sweaters (he'd gotten into the habit of 'borrowing' them when he wasn't around.)
He let out another huff, at a loss for what to do. He decided on calling Jane- if she was busy, she'd tell him, right?