[ Wally's eyes slightly widen when he catches the potential underlying meaning behind what she's asking him. Is that what she thinks this is? That he brought her out here so he could give her some sort of polite brush off? Though looking back at everything, he can understand why she would assume as much. ]

No, that isn't...

[ Tossing what's left of the leaf aside with a soft sigh, he gently tugs on the fabric of her hoodie around the elbow as a sign for her to halt her movements for the moment while he comes to a stop himself. The hesitancy he is feeling is evident on his face, what he's about to say can't be taken back, but he's determined to meet her eyes as he continues on. ]

I know my situation is strange and could be a lot to deal with. I mean, it's been a while since I've done anything like this. Or, maybe I've completely gotten the wrong idea here. My aunt used to tell me — you know what, it doesn't matter what my aunt used to tell me.

[ He tentatively reaches out, as if he wants to grab her hand, but his fingers stop short of hers before they are pulled back to his side. He isn't that brave, not yet anyway. ]

What I'm trying to say is you're only too slow if I want to run. [ Running is all he has done since he's escaped the Speed Force. Running from living, running from the truth, and he's so damn tired of it. ] And I don't want to run this time.