"Hey, I asked first," he answers, half-laughing-- Ryan reaches over to pull the fabric down off of Henry's shoulders before his hands move to pull his own shirt over his head and off, leaving it draped over an arm of the couch. He can worry about it later, right now he's focused on unfastening his pants and tugging them over his hips. They join the shirt, tossed aside carelessly for the moment, though once he's stripped he can't help a tiny shiver, skin pricking. "Little colder out here."