Wyatt kneels in front of him, silently pulling the shoes off and setting them to the side and out of tripping range. Then he helps with the buttons of his pants. "DG, privacy."

"Right!" And out she goes. Wyatt continues slowly, first with undressing his lover, then with dressing him in clean clothes. Wyatt's clothes. He shrugs out of his coat, leaves it and the hat and his shoes on the floor and out of the way.