Richard wasn't pleased himself. He'd always been very willful, to do things his way. Being forced to do them another did not sit well with him. He'd cursed the high heavens for it, and had half a mind to find whoever had done this and give them a piece of his mind.
But Alex had called, so he'd gone to the other man's house. They'd just gotten to a comfortable place to. He'd be rather put out if that all went away. Holding a bottle of wine from the vineyards back home he knocked on the door, running his fingers through hsi hair to calm himself down. Alex didn't deserve his anger.