[When the conversation abruptly changes to his wound, Peter immediately goes on the defensive because HE'S FIIIIINE, and also he's being a total brat today.]

It-- it's fine, man, I got it.

[Well actually, maybe he don't got it. He looks down at it again, frowns, and just gives Qubit a defeated little shrug.]

I-- okay, maybe I don't got it. Should- should I uh, sit down? Lay down? What- where... where do you want me?