My Asshole Brother's Silent Treatment Is Killing Me ...

... and so all my anxiety while sitting next to him for dinner evaporates just because we clink glasses for a toast and he asks me for the pepper shaker?  I hate that it comes to this -- he gave me this passive-aggressive look after I flagged down the dim sum waitress after I thought he wanted to talk to her about something --  but it does.  He's got me, that asshole.