Well, it's not as if he's forgotten how to walk, right? This isn't even rough forest terrain, he has no excuse.

Whatever, then; Walter does his best to shake it off - he's spent so much time covering up the physically evident traces of his enhanced speed that from Russell's point of view there should be almost no visible difference.

He does still end up almost clocking himself in the head, though.

"Yeah, I am... Russell...?"

He starts to make his way back to the familiar face - and his bike, why in the world did he leave it just lying there, surely that's what the kickstand's for? - then stops.

"Did you talk me into a long ride, or did I talk you into it? Can't imagine why we'd come this way sightseeing."

His head's a muddle of confusion right now, and he doesn't like it.