Callum didn't feel special. Even with all that was happening, he felt tired and confused, and he knew that he was diving into the practical aspects of things to forget about all the other things that had happened since they had arrived here. "Stay here for a while," he said, in response to nothing, but he wasn't ready to be alone again.
He moved back resting against the headboard again and then pulling on Charlie's hand to join him. "You are very bad; he's right about that, and it's good that you haven't proposed, because whatever you were doing was rather pathetic." He leaned against Charlie, staring in front of him.
"Do you want to talk about the last few days. Not even the men, but the drinking... I know it doesn't help, but you drink enough or you get high enough and the pain disappear. They got some fancy drugs now. Muggles got inventive since the sixties. I don't keep anything here; I'd never risk any of the others, but it might be a good idea if I kept busy here. I don't know how well I'd do around both alcohol or drugs at the moment." He turned his head and kissed Charlie. "Why don't we have dinner with him first? Then we can talk to Baron. After that maybe we can do a small party, just your family and mine... yes, even McKinnon, but not hitting on her."