Bart shifts slightly, putting an arm behind Tim's shoulders on the sofa, not wanting to push more. So he just sighs. There really isn't anything constructive to say.

"I wish I could say the right things. You know I'm no good at people." He thinks with his heart, and is more likely to say the wrong thing, or at least something that doesn't fit. "But I don't know what to do to help you, and between Jason and Bruce, things are probably not looking very bright for anyone who might know anything. We'll fix this."