Wrench waves the apology off, knowing that Josh didn't mean it. If he was feeling better, he might make some crack about getting him a bell, because this isn't the first time Josh has been just there, and he suspects it won't be the last, but -- well, he's not feeling better. He's tired and hungover and sore and really, really glad Josh seems to be adverting his eyes, as near as he can tell, because he can't quite bring himself to look at him full on, either.

As it is, he just reaches for a handful of tools, a screwdriver and pair of pliers among them, and slides them into Josh's line of sight. "Yeah, that was my thought. I need someone to hold onto the mask while I do the prying, though."