Charlie still had hold of Oliver's t-shirt; he shifted to set his hand on Oliver's waist instead, standing toe-to-toe with him. He kind of wanted to just curl up on the couch with Oliver and watch rubbish tv, and forget about everyone else in the world. After the day they'd both had, he thought they'd both quite enjoy it.
"Someone on your team is a fucking idiot," he said, darkly. "And if they think that, they're not worth your time outside the training ground." As if you could choose who you wanted. If that was the case, Charlie would've ended up with a woman years ago, had endless amounts of sex, and beaten Percy down the aisle. He was rather glad he hadn't.
"He's always a dick," he added. And then, he did give in to the urge to step closer, resting his forehead against Oliver's shoulder, his nose tucked into the hollow of his throat as his arms slid around Oliver's waist. "I'm hoping he just needs time." It hurt to think about being so distant from Ron - not physically, that he was used to. But Ron avoiding him, ignoring him...Charlie pressed a little closer, closing his eyes as he cuddled up to Oliver.