He figured it was probably pointless to wipe off the stain at this point, but he really had no better suggestions at the moment, and at least it kept her distracted. Well, partly distracted anyway.

Bruce kept his eyes firmly on the path, staying some feet away from her, silence settled awkwardly between them. Talking might have helped in diffusing some tension, but on the other hand it could also worsen her situation, and besides he couldn't think of anything to say. When she let out a whine he glanced over briefly, a part of him feeling pretty bad for her, even as his cheeks grew a little warmer.