Galen lifted his head at the touch, slightly surprised at the gentleness. It was clear he wasn't use to such actions in people who taught him or were older than he was. Shifting a bit, he wiped some dried blood from his chin.
"I'm fine, I've had worse," he said, wishing he knew what languages Luke could speak. He didn't want to say exactly what had happened given they were still in a police station and Olive had essentially lied to the officer about who had been driving.
"We were driving in Olive's car, hit a slick spot on the road and control of the car was lost and we crashed." The truth, but it was a vague truth. He'd tell Luke the actual truth when they were alone. He owed it to the older man.