That was a very, very long pause. Charlie wasn't sure he'd actually breathed while he was waiting for Oliver to reply.
"Okay good," he muttered, sighing heavily. He set his mug down, straightening up from where he'd been leaning against the worktop. He reached out, taking hold of the hem of Oliver's shirt and tugging gently. "Hey," he stepped closer, waiting until Oliver met his gaze.
"You're brilliant," he said, very firmly. "I fight with Ron all the time. He's an idiot. And he'll come round," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.