The idea that the fight was 'regular' earned a short, almost shrill sort of laugh from the kid, hunkering a bit into the blankets a bit further. He'd have to move, he knew, but as off kilter as he felt, the blankets were comforting.

"Normal. Yeah."

Miles couldn't help the hesitation, glancing towards the door as if to check that the stranger wasn't there and the coast was clear before pulling his mask off. Keeping it in hand just in case, but if it was just Steve and him it was... okay.

Or it would be if there wasn't that nasty-looking bruise blooming up the side of his face, or the red-rimmed eyes. He hadn't been crying. His face was damp for totally different reasons.