Callum poured the wine while he listened to Charlie explain in a much more succinct and logical way what had happened. He had given Baron just enough details without telling him things that were probably best left untold. He couldn't help but grin, because if Charlie got it right just once, he couldn't have picked a better time. Nothing and no one else was as important as Baron.
"You're doing brilliantly," he said, passing the glasses to Charlie and Baron.
"There were more than a few misunderstandings," he continued, "and they were hardly all Charlie's fault. The thing is that in this mess, we figured out something important. Remember when we were talking and I said that I had no idea what was going on between me and Charlie? We've figured it out, and we want to spend the rest of our lives together."
He reached under the table and squeezed Charlie's knee, although he was the one who needed the reassurance here. "We want to get married, Baron, but only if you are okay with it. If not, then it's fine. I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. So I guess... I guess we're asking for your permission and your blessings, here."