Michael's so stupidly, modestly proud of it. It's something he did for Alex, and he gives him a shy, nervous smile, hoping that he can keep doing these kinds of things to make him so happy with him. "I wanna see you walking around with it," he admits, his voice rough with emotion.

He can't give Alex his leg back, only the next best thing.

"And then you can tell me if it's holding up."