Well, he went out after about 2 hours. But it was hell, I left him for 1 hour as he stared at us from the roof, he would not come down or near us. After I realised he would have to be caught and brought back in, I tried to catch him, somehow he managed to find and fall into a small hole in the top of my wardrobe that I did not know existed. If I had know that hole was there I wouldn't have let him out. After a small 30min mission of unscrewing the wardrobe to get him out of the hole (too small for him to even open his wings) I got to the hole, managed to grab him, and then I heard him shriek for the first time ever, which broke my heart

. He is back in his cage now, I thought he would be VERY mad at me, but he seems just like normal.
I did think he was ready to walk out and get used to me even more, since after 3 months he was used to my hand, face and voice. But I guess birds that were not handled as babies need more time :/. So lesson learned, he ain't coming out until he learns to step up 100%
(he steps on my hand right now, but after 30sec will get off)