"I mean—" Wyatt begins, then makes a surprised sound when Presley hoists him in by his shirt. They fairly collide, teeth hitting teeth, but it's easy to adjust because they're nearly the same height (Presley's a little taller, and Wyatt's pretty sure the distinction matters to him). Wyatt takes a half step closer, wrapping one arm around Presley, but not the other, so he doesn't feel trapped. As much as he does love to wrassle, this isn't the moment for it. This is a lesson on fun, on walking before you run, and apparently drunk Wyatt thinks that means Presley doesn't know how to kiss either, so he's taking it slow.