"It sounds painful if it's punchy," Alex quipped, rinsing out his wine glass and putting it in the sink. He cast a glance at the wine bottle still sitting on the counter, then sighed and turned away from it.
"Let me get my coat, then we'll go smash things," he said, wandering back toward the bedroom that he and Richard had shared. It seemed bigger and colder without Richard and most of his things in it, and it made Alex want to punch things. Mostly so he didn't just break down and cry.
He searched through the closet and found some clothes that Richard had left behind. He tossed them over his shoulder and int the hall, then found his jacket and pulled it on. "I'll bad those up when we get back," he told Wrath. "Maybe take them down to a shelter or something."