"Thanks, dude," he breathes, the sigh the words are borne on at odds with the fact that, yes, he is cringing a little to see Josh touch the mask. It's not that he doesn't trust him to be careful with it, it's just -- well, it's complicated. He's just relieved he didn't hold it up to him, that he doesn't have to look at him.

"Anyway, uh," he continues after a beat, albeit no more effectually. Committing to the screwdriver after a moment's thought, he suggests, "Just kinda -- watch your hands, okay?" He's not sure this is going to work, or that he won't slip in trying to make sure it does, and accidentally gouge the mask or Josh.