‘’Go back to Alessandra, Gino. You’re high and being a dick. You’re scaring her.’’ Alexi moves and sits forward, sliding his arm away from me to give me a little breathing space to exhale. Motioning to the bottle in the centre of the table as his brother leans forward and pushes it to him amicably. Despite all the weird whatever this is, they still pass each other booze and act like they’re merely having a sibling dispute over which cartoon to watch. Meanwhile, I am having an ...