Like mom all over again? Steve bites his tongue, listening to the further context and feels his heart plunge right down the center of his chest and try to hide under his liver. Mom's gone, sounds like. And he, who might be dad or stepdad or some other male guardian...

Fuck, he hates when he's right.

"I was kinda hoping you'd tell me something about your grades," he admits weakly. "But thank you anyway. It's good to know...I'm...glad you trust me."

They're at the door to the place already, and if Steve's holding onto him a little tighter now it's not because his running pace has sped up. Getting inside takes a physical key, plus a couple taps to a keypad to disarm the security system, but he leaves the door unlocked after, expecting Furiosa to bring her midwife in short order.

Lights on. The front room is still sparsely furnished, but Steve heads right behind the bar and to what was probably once an office. It's been kitted out with a sofa and chairs and a cot, and a shelf stacked with blankets and medical supplies.

"I didn't think I'd have to use this place so soon." He puts Miles down and tugs at the stack of blankets, retrieving two and sending the rest tumbling to the floor in his haste.