He had suspicions from the moment he started talking that Punchy was going to brush him off for even suggesting it, but there's a weight off his chest for having done it. He feels more settled, somehow, he's just too tired to panic about not making it any further. He'll bullshit his way out of it when it comes to it, but he's gathered that no amount of gentle suggesting is going to get Punchy to drop this like it's hot.

"There's a first time for everything." He jibes at Punchy, trying to force himself to stop succumbing to the pain with tears. He might be relaxed, but it's frustratingly hard not to feel the strain and ache from his wounds. When he dies, he usually dies fast, so lingering through this part is new.

The puppet, however, is more distracting than Punchy probably realizes. He looks as if he's affronted by the mere sight of it for a moment before he obliges and very weakly holds it up with no commitment to holding it tightly. "My Bro would go apeshit over this." And thinking of the fact that Bro is watching is enough to cut those budding tears off cold. "It was just me, him and an apartment with more puppets than a goddamn muppet convention." He's just babbling aimlessly now, distracting himself from the pain. "Obsessive." He snorts, his eyes elsewhere as Punchy begins to make his assessments. The last thing he needs to see is that kicked puppy look.