That was all the incentive he needed. He could still be misreading the situation but, whatever, he was drunk enough and high enough on adrenaline that being violently rejected wouldn't do much more than bruise him and his ego a little. He'd live.
Biting his lower lip, he decided to be brave and make the first move, straddling Wade's lap in a fluid, practiced motion. "Want to help disappoint mine?" He asked. "Figured I could show you my appreciation for saving me and stopping that boring asshole mid-rant."