"One time when I was like, fifteen, a bunch of us were at the lake and my brother Mikey, he was messing around, he picked me right up while we were wrestling," This story is going somewhere, promise, as he uses his hands to help wash his sunset off her shoulders, easing away some chunkier bits like he's peeling off a second skin. A different kind of undressing. "Anyway, I was wearing sunscreen but he wasn't, so later that evening he's all sunburnt on one shoulder but he has these big pale patches on his chest and shoulder where he'd tackled me... it looked so fucking stupid." He sounds happy about it. Schadenfreude. Manages to carefully let that memory just be a fun one without thinking more about Mikey which would be kind of a boner-killer, and he's trying to stay chill and in the moment for her even if it doesn't come naturally to him like, at all.