"Okay, that -- " Wrench starts, shooting a quick, gleeful glance back at Josh. " -- would be amazing." He remembers his place in the next second and snaps his attentions back away from him, shoulders hunching as he tries to disappear into his hoodie. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to find his words again.

"Anyway, uh. I'm gonna need someone to play nurse, here, and hand me shit." And provide a second pair of hands, still, when he needs things held in place. Which is to say Josh doesn't have to run off, even if he can't keep his shit together.