[When Gold returns, he pauses, noting Trip hasn't touched the drink or the peanuts. Well, it's not like he'd eat them all at once, but still... Gold feels like he should do a little bit of gentle manipulation, just in case. He grabs a peanut as he passes the bag and tosses it in his mouth, then sits down on the sofa and starts talking casually as he opens his sports drink bottle.]

You know, I met this guy that was like, reeeeally bad at taking care of himself. He didn't even know he was supposed to drink and eat salt when you're sweating, even though he was a grown-up! I felt like I had to look after him or he'd die of heatstroke.

[This is all spoken with a slight undertone of "but we know better, don't we?" Not in a pointed way, more of a casual "we're on the same level" feel. Gold finishes it up by taking a big sip of his drink, straight out of the bottle.]