Shifting so he could have more of Charlie's palm against his skin, Oliver smiled. "I'll write you a note," he promised with a soft kiss against Charlie's lips. Whilst it was most likely rather unrealistic to stay here forever, right this moment, Oliver was sure this was a plan he could at least imagine succeeding. Or that might have been wishful thinking. Either way, he was certainly happy with it. Despite the guilt and perhaps shame sitting low in Oliver's stomach, a pang going through his chest ever time he thought of Scotland's loss, Charlie's presence made everything feel a lot better. It might not be for days, or maybe even weeks, before the hurt would go away, but for now, Charlie was working as an excellent pain killer.