"Yeah, I should get back," Charlie agreed. "Fizz's probably sprawled out across the bed, as per usual." Late nights inevitably meant trying to shove a hefty miniature dragon off his bed and onto her own pile of blankets and cushions on the floor, with mixed rates of success. When he couldn't be bothered with the battle, he just grabbed blankets and slept in his hammock outside. It was easier.
"See you soon, yeah?" Leaning in, he hugged Oliver tight. Feeling very daring, bolstered by the alcohol, he pulled back just a little. Turning his head slightly, he brushed his lips against Oliver's cheek.