"Which one is that? So I can remember which brother to stay away," he said with a tiny smile.
"That easy, yeah?" Callum put the pillow behind him and sat up. "That's not how to do it, though." He kissed Charlie softly. "Do you really want to do this? Not just because you want to keep me here?" He cupped Charlie's face. "No, don't answer that."
He pressed his forehead against Charlie's for a moment, trying to decide what he wanted to do it. He loved Charlie, wanted to be with him, but it also went against so much of what he believed in, but he had gone against conventions when he considered important.
He took a deep breath and then slid off the bed. He went on his knee and took Charlie's hand. "I can't promise you money or fame. I can't even promise you a happy life all the time. I'm not perfect and I'm not... I'm not doing well, but I can promise you that I'll do my best to make you happy. That's the best that I can do and if it is enough for you, then I hope that you will do me the honour of becoming my husband."