Wyatt isn't always a big cuddler when he sleeps. He loves a snuggle, but he overheats easily and kicks off all the blankets. You'd think that dreaming of fire would make for one of those times, but instead he has one arm wrapped around someone's shoulders and one arm stretched out in Patrice's vacated spot. "Drank it all," Wyatt mumbles in reply, sleepily swatting Presley's hand away, "Get more tomorrow. Shh..."