[ He couldn't get up and hobble over to the pyramid of cans even if he wanted to, he realizes as Silver gestures over to it. Gold is grateful that Silver is distracted by the window until suddenly he's not, and oh shit. ]

N-no, no no, it doesn't hurt! I don't feel anything! The bandage is fine, see? I wasn't even pickin' at it, so it's alright! You don't have to worry 'bout it--

[ The words are sputtered out of his mouth in a rapid-fire, the sense of emergency in protecting Silver from the truth more urgent than ever. Silver himself doesn't seem like he's in a good mood, and what kind of friend would Gold be to make things worse?

In an attempt to recover, he switches back to something closer to his usual carefree tone, but even he can pick up the strained notes throughout. ]

I mean, I'm not that lousy at it, jeez, Silv--