Charlie had been thinking about very little other than Oliver, the last couple of days. Between his conversation with Ginny, and then with George, and Oliver himself...it was seeming less and less like ignoring Oliver's reaction was a possibility. Besides, Charlie wasn't sure he wanted to.
He didn't know if he wanted to have sex with Oliver, but he knew that he got a fluttery feeling in his stomach thinking about him. He knew that he liked hugging Oliver. Liked spending time with him. And for Charlie, that would be enough. He just didn't think it would be enough for his friend. He'd sit on his feelings until he'd figured that part out.
He grinned the second he spotted Oliver, making his way across the pub easily. "All better," he said. His smile faltered just a touch when Oliver didn't stand up for a hug, but he covered it with a breezy wave to the bartender, a signal for a beer of his own.