"Our dear Minister of Magic." Charlie replied, with a small smile of his own.
Charlie had to believe that the kiss meant things were getting better - the last one they'd shared had felt like an ending, with this one though Charlie could only feel hopeful. Rather than fill up the silence with answers to the questions Callum had asked, Charlie stayed quiet letting him think.
Maybe if things hadn't gotten so fucked up, if he hadn't spent the last week feeling like everything had fallen apart, and hating himself whenever Callum refused to meet his eye, he might have laughed when Callum went to one knee - this was never how Charlie had imagined this going. Not at any point in his life did he picture this, but it was better than he could have hoped for if he were being honest. "I don't need you to promise me any of that, not the money or fame, or even a perfect life, I just need you." He told him.
"Yes." He said, because that was the important part in all of this, yes. "Yes, I will." He leaned down and pressed his lips against Callum's, and because the angle was awkward he moved to his knees too, one hand on Callum's cheek keeping him close.