It's honestly such a ridiculous statement pulled out of its context, he can't help but laugh. Hooray limbs. Maybe the stress of all this is getting to him.

"I have the feeling that whatever way we did it, things wouldn't quite work out as planned," He agrees. He doesn't really want to imagine it too much beyond the image of him leaning, lopsided, to the heavier prosthetic arm.

When they reach the gazebo he sighs sadly, seeing his old haunt torn to bits. Probably for the best, but still.

He looks relieved to see the tape, even know what's coming. "Okay. I'm going to put this as well in place as I can and you tape it fast and thorough as you can. But don't layer the tape too much, this is still still going under flesh." And all he has to do is try not to make too much noise. He can do this.

He sucks in a breath, hold out his upper arm, then quickly connects the lover half along the break line. He doesn't quite get it fit exact on the first try but he does eventually get it with minimal whimpering.

"Okay, go, go," He says, once he's got it. His head bows as Peter tapes. He really can't wait for the pain of this one to fade.