If Miles was aware just how he was shaking, he wouldn't let that arm go around him. But at the same time the solid presence of someone else, someone who knew what they were doing, an adult was desperately needed, and he sank in a little bit under the arm, nodding mutely at the idea of a safehouse.

But then Furiosa mentions doctors, and he stiffens up again with a shake of his head. "No, no doctors, I can't-"

Aside from the simple risk of them insisting on him taking off his mask, he couldn't afford it. His insurance was always covered with his mom working at a hospital and then through his dad's work. But with his mom dead, and his dad missing, presumed dead? Yeah, medical issues just got a lot more interesting.

But he can't say that. Especially not with the two bickering over how t care for him, in a way that was stubborn, stern, enough like listening to his parents disagree over the same thing time and time again that he didn't realize he'd started crying. Not that anyone would notice- the mask was already dark.

"Sure- yeah, t-that's fine." Normally he'd try to insist that he could walk. But he was pretty sure he'd hit the floor if he tried to put any weight on his legs at the moment, not from any injury but just the sudden sap of adrenaline that was leaving him feeling lightheaded and honestly rather ill.

It would be the worst way to cap off his day, puking on Captain America.