"I do," he answered, that rare smile still on his face. It was genuine, though. Not the mask that Bruce sometimes had to wear during the day. He studied her face. "You don't have anything in mind, do you?" It was a strange day. Very strange. "Walk with me." As if it needed to be said. He began walking again, his hand on her back at first, then dropping to his side, a bit awkwardly. The smile was still on his face, though, and his step seemed light.