It sounds like it'll be inherently painful but it's hardly like Bob can feel a fucking thing right now beyond the faintest tingle he might even be imagining in his arms. So while he'd usually turn down that particular offer of help, what the fuck else is he going to do? He's slightly lacking the ability to just walk it off.

So eventually his eyes flick away, as though this has reached a level of deep embarrassment for him too. His fear - along with his gratitude - takes a backseat to his shame now.

"Do what you have to, I 'spose."