If Wyatt never hears one hundred and one thwacks accompanying Chopin ever again, he'll very likely die a happy man.

Testing waters. Yeah, that's just about it. And if he's real damn honest with himself, sunburn just doesn't compare to a GSW. He knows it isn't, rationally speaking. Only problem with that is he's having a hard time staying on the rational side of things.

Truth of the matter is, he's been on the verge of breaking for a little too long, and he's ready to crash.

"Okay." He nods, bottom lip folding inwards behind a small grin. "Just gimme a holler if you want anything."