Wyatt blinks, about to confess that he doesn't really have much experience in this particular area of love-making either, and then Glitch decides to up and take care of business on his own. Being kissed makes it better, but the confusion lingers.

"Okay. Right."

While Glitch is away, a thought strikes. He gets to work.

Socks off, covers off the bed and draped neatly at the foot of it, sheets bunched up just so and...grinning and knowing it's the strangest, most embarrassing turn on he's ever known, the hat. It's within reach in case Glitch wants it.

Ride a cowboy, save a horse.