Sitting might have been a mistake. Suddenly his legs felt like jelly, and he was vaguely aware of the static starting to wash out the outside world the grey creeping into the edges of his vision as he tried to get his hands to stop shaking. It meant that it took a long moment for him to realize that Steve had approached, that he'd been spoken to, starting like he'd been bitten when he did, just in time to catch the last half of what he said.

Feeling enough relief at the sight of him that tears pricked the corners of his eyes unseen under the mask as he glanced from Steve down to the gash on his thigh, the most obvious injury he had.

"I got shot- grazed really, just won't stop bleeding, probably cause we kept fighting- I bandaged it but I think it g-got burned off by Osborne?" Like Peter, Miles was very good at rambling, vague almost shell-shocked tone or no. "He was supposed to be dead b-but he came back he went to May's house again and I had to stop him but he's huge and t-the cops wanna arrest me-"

Furiosa pretty much elbowing her way into the scene managed to startle Miles into silence, at least enough to gulp down a breath because there's no way he'd been breathing during that increasingly rapid-fire rambling, not if the way the tremors in his limbs had increased was any hint. Just nodding mutely at her question, something about the no-nonsense attitude helping in the moment. At least in keeping him from spiraling into a minor meltdown just yet.