He clears off enough of the corner to set the bottle down before flopping down beside her. Some of the wine sloshes up over the very edge of the glass and onto his hand. He swears very gently, checks the floor and couch to make sure he hasn't stained anything, and wipes his hand on the leg of his jeans.

"Suppose so, though personally I like to give the bloke I live with a bit of an earful when he shifts my things about." Public coffee table be damned. Charlie's never claimed to be the most considerate of roommates though.