Unlike the Weasleys whose ego tied together with a nasty temper, Charlie's disposition was to retreat and freeze the object of his anger totally out, but without that hair trigger temper was a greater latitude to forgive. With another sigh, he made himself shrug off any hint that he was doughy or that Percy was right.
"The Burrow," he nodded. "I gotta rest, and the Orders got so much shite to discuss, best that I'm here and able to get to that." He wrinkled his nose, trying to get an itch to go away. "Think you'll stop by? I can train you and watch from my bedroom window?"