Alex knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that this was a stupid thing to fight over, but he was pissed off and tired, and not in the mood to be nitpicked. "No one asked you to," he said. He grabbed the bottle of wine by the neck and carried it over to Richard, slamming it down on the table in front of him. "Have at it," he said, the sarcasm thick in his voice.
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