It wasn't Oliver's fault at all. It took a whole team to win a match; the same with losing. But Charlie knew Oliver, knew well enough that Oliver would be laying the blame solely on his own shoulders. He'd always been like that, ever since they were at school. Charlie wondered if part of that was his fault; if him kicking himself when Gryffindor lost had rubbed off on Oliver when he'd gone on to be captain.
"Hi," he murmured softly, stepping inside and setting his bag down. He slid his arms around Oliver without waiting for an invitation, hooking his chin over Oliver's shoulder and squeezing him tight.