Silver was in a pitiful condition when Gold discovered him curled in a tight ball on the cold tile floor of Lance's bathroom. It was evident that he had been there for quite some time and showed no signs of wanting to move, as evidenced by the groan that escaped him when Gold poked him with his foot. "Sleeping on the floor is bad for your health," Gold jabbed as he gently rolled the other teenager onto his back.

"I'm dying. Have more sympathy." Silver bit back with a small groan.

"I might have more of that if you weren't such an ass to Kris last night." Gold responded evenly. As much as he wanted to give the stubborn teen on the floor a piece of his mind something was keeping him from doing so. "Besides, this hangover seems to be doing my job for me."

"I'm not hungover." Silver snapped, his voice tinged with irritation, as he forced himself into an upright position. Despite the deliberate, slow movements, he felt the undeniable discomfort of his stomach churning. Swallowing thickly, he reluctantly added, "I think."

"No, you are definitely hungover. Or sick. Your choice." Gold, with a resigned expression, finally relented with a heavy sigh. He reached for a plastic cup on the counter and carefully poured water into it, all the while disguising the fact that he was secretly nursing his own hangover. As he handed the cup to Silver, he let out another weary sigh and said, "Drink this if you think it will stay down."

"I'm not hungover for the last time!" Silver yelled as he lashed out at Gold, accidentally spilling the water out of Gold's hand. He felt a pang of regret as Gold's expression hardened. He futilely attempted to offer Gold a towel, but Gold had already stormed out of the room muttering, "Have it your way then." Silver sank to the floor, regretting the altercation. Silver was also certain he heard Gold whisper and added "Jerk." Before disappearing. Silver plopped back to the floor with an audible groan. Great. Gold was the one person besides Lance, who definitely didn't count, who tolerated him enough to feign concern and now he was walking out the door. He needed to catch up with Gold. Right, one foot. Now the other. Halfway there, okay, now to pull himself up. He gripped the edge of the counter tightly and pulled himself upright. Mostly anyway. His stomach lolled and he doubled over again. Ugh. "Gold, wait!" he called meekly. As he called out to Gold, he was grateful that Lance and Claire weren't around to witness his sorry state. Remembering Lance's strict rule about drinking…Silver shuttered thinking about the amount of trouble he would be in. Normally, Lance was very easygoing with him. This was the one rule he absolutely could not break. Gathering his resolve, he made his way to the door, calling out to Gold again louder than before "Gold!" He immediately snapped his mouth closed as bile rose in his throat. Gross. He was just thankful when Gold stopped and turned to face him.

"Silver, you look like shit. Go to bed or something." Gold growled.

"You don't scare me and you know it." Silver felt his legs wobble and he slid to the floor, perching on the top stair "Look," he continued, this time avoiding Gold's sharp gaze "I…I'm sorry okay?"

"For?" Gold prompted coldly which earned him a reluctant sigh from Silver.

"For being a jerk. To you and Kris." Silver mumbled, his tone defeated.

"So you think you are forgiven now? You need to tell that to her too." Gold slid his shoes off once more and climbed the stairs. Once he was close enough to Silver he crouched down and perched on his toes. "She's your friend. Or rather she tries to be." Gold wanted to say more but the glazed look in Silver's eyes stopped him "Woah, okay dude, you are seriously not okay right now."

" 'm fine," Silver mumbled in response as he dropped his head into his hands. He swatted Gold's hand when he tried to touch his cheek. Did Gold not understand personal space? Geez. Also, what was with Gold's tone? One minute he was acting mad and the next he sounded concerned.

"Yeah…okay maybe you aren't hungover after all." Gold said, "You feel a bit warm."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not hungover." Silver groaned as he swallowed again "I didn't drink enough to even get drunk."

"You didn't?" Gold questioned, unconvinced.

"No, idiot, of course not. Lance has a rule about me drinking." Silver didn't care if Gold believed him or not. They were barely friends after all.

"And since when have you ever followed the rules? Need I remind you of how you got your first Pokemon?" Gold smirked.

"Seriously. And you called me a jerk? I thought we agreed to not talk about that." Silver glared at Gold, barely lifting his head to do so. He felt pretty threatening but the way Gold started laughing may indicate otherwise.

"Yeah, not cool. Sorry. My point stands though. You don't follow the rules." Gold stood and offered out his hand to Silver.

"Yeah, well, this one I do. Lance scared me a bit when he made this one." Silver ignored Gold's hand and pushed past the taller boy. On his way to the couch, he did stop for a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Fair enough." Gold helped himself to a bottle of water and a granola bar before following after Silver. He plopped on the couch and started flicking through the channels.

"Hey, Gold?" Silver started, his voice meek once more.

"Yeah?" Gold didn't stop scrolling, but he made sure Silver knew he was still listening.

"Don't tell Lance I was drinking." Silver said.

Gold sighed "Fine, but you had better apologize to Kris the second you see her." He could hear it in Silver's tone. He was asking for Gold's help.

"Deal." An apology would be worth it if it meant Lance wouldn't find out about last night.