It's not too much. He grabs Bull's face in his hands and kisses him back just as hard. It's familiar and reassuring. There's no doubt in his mind now that this is Bull, his Bull.

He runs his hands over Bull's neck and chest as he's set down leaning into Bull's palm for a moment before he remembers they're in public and straightens up. Now all these strangers know he's got soft spots. Great. Lovely.

"I take it your second told you I was here?" he asks, an eyebrow raised.