Bruce turned his head and kissed Clark properly - or, well, maybe not properly by the standards of a much younger man, but better than a kiss on the cheek. He let go of Clark's hand, curled it around his cheek and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

"That isn't what I meant." He didn't think. He waved it away and curled his fingers around Clark's again. "It isn't important. Yes, you got here."