"Course." Charlie nodded, he didn't need to be asked twice to stay - even if it might not be the whole night, he'd stay as long as Callum wanted him to.
He let himself be pulled into bed with Callum, toeing off his boots and swinging his legs up to stretch out in front of him. "Thanks." He huffed out a short laugh, feeling better just having Callum leaning against him. "I'll try and refrain from doing more of that in the future." Not that he'd have to.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Charlie asked, the men ... well he didn't particularly want to hear about them, but the rest. Callum told him more though, even without prompting, and he knew what Callum meant. He'd been in that place where drinking enough helped with the pain, it didn't fix anything and it all came back so much worse later, but for those hours when you were drunk things weren't so bad. It had been years since he'd been there, and he hadn't let himself get like that again, but he remembered it. "There's always plenty to do around here, and I'm here for distractions when you need them." He promised Callum when they broke the kiss.
"Okay, dinner first. I'll talk to him on Monday and set things up, and then Baron and then the party." He snorted and nodded. "And no hitting on McKinnon, got it."