Steve mutters a few things under his breath that sound suspiciously like swearing, and puts a hand on the kid's shoulder, then thinks twice and sits on the bench next to him and puts an arm around his back. "Okay. Okay, pal, no one's gonna arrest you here, and whatever else is going on, we'll deal with it. Let's get you patched up first and--"

He trails off when Furiosa appears, frowning at her for the same reason she's ready to mouth off at him. Complete stranger, hurt kid, trust levels low and falling. Her expression is harder for him to read than his is to her, but since Miles isn't afraid of her, he decides accepting help is easier than arguing with her.

"She's right about getting it cleaned--and you've probably got other injuries, too, whether you're feeling them yet or not..." He eyes the woman warily, then adds, "I have a safehouse set up. Let's get you out of the open and take inventory."

"He's gonna need a real doctor," Furiosa says, but like Steve, she's willing to call a truce and cooperate for the boy's sake.

"Triage first." Steve clearly thinks he's in charge. Really, Miles has veto-power here, even if he is a kid. "Can I carry you?"