His ears heated up, "Oh, it---you don't have to be sorry."
It had been humiliating and embarrassing and quite possibly the most awkward situation he'd ever been in, but he certainly didn't want Penny feeling bad about it, or Bess. He was sure that Drystan had not actually sent his apologies, but Charlie could...at least sort of understand the man's hatred. Hell, Charlie hated every bloke Delilah brought home, and some of them where healers and had good reputations. Charlie was just some quidditch punk who was most well known for partying with Axebanger and getting drunk. It---while those things were true, Charlie thought he'd always treated Penny well.
He was an idiot, but he knew how to care for someone he adored.
Charlie ducked his head toward her, letting out a breath through his nose.
"It's fine. I--it's the kind of thing that's gotta be done, you know?" Did he even know what he was talking about? He knew what he meant. There were important things at hand here, really. There was no reason to be living in the past when he was actually seeing a future developing. How one dinner had spurred all of these thoughts, he couldn't tell you, but it seemed like everything was falling into place and he had to do what was right to keep it going in that direction. Penelope loved her family, and he..."Because I---"
He pressed his lips together, losing his nerve.
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