"I don't pay that much attention to him," Hermann reminded Chuck. "Check his email, he's probably attached to some mailing list for them." He motioned to Newt's tablet lying on his desk.
Chuck gingerly picked up the tablet and opened his email client. He tried to scan the subjects quickly, feeling like he was prying into something he shouldn't. Luckily one of the top emails was from a bar he recognised, so he set the tablet doen and thanked Hermann, before hurrying out of the room.
Chuck helped him back to his seat, before sitting down next to him and ordering a beer. He figured he would not drink much and keep an eye on Newt, especially as Striker was on call and Herc had been very angry the last time he'd got drunk whilst on call.
"Tendo, man. Shit," Chuck exhaled after a while. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be in Tendo's situation and he never wanted to be, but he felt like there should be something he could do to help.
Chuck knew Newt wouldn't appreciate him helping him, so he just kept an eye on him as he crossed the room, just in case he fell over or something. When he looked back at the bar, a young woman had sat in Newt's seat. She smiled and asked if he wanted a drink, obviously having recognised him. "No, thanks," Chuck replied, "I'm here with ..a friend."