Failure or just overly analytical?

A boy came to my door.

He's the one who mows the grass.

He said he sprained his arm and he wanted to know if I had anything for it, like a wrap.

I didn't have a wrap.

I found a large icy hot patch that was supposed to be good for pain for a strain or a sprain. He said "that's fine" and shook his head - I guess he really wanted a wrap. he just kinda stood there.

I told him I was sorry I didn't have a wrap, did he want the patch?

He said that's fine and kinda slowly walked away.

He didn't go to the other neighbor's houses.

Should I have offered to take him to the store for a wrap?

Should I have walked him to the other neighbors houses and asked them?

Or was he just kinda checking to see if I had something and it wasn't a big deal?

Did I miss something? Or was it just a random thing? Is God trying to tell me to be more decisive? Is he try to tell me to be sensitive to others needs? To not rely on Lee to make decisions for me? If Lee hadn't been playing his game, would something else have happened?

I just wish I could have helped, and I feel like maybe I missed something...