He does, of course, because he can tell where Bruce is going and he likes the cut of his jib, so to speak. Hi, there indeed. Arms around him, a nose against his throat; he'd started to wake up but he relaxes again even if he's entirely awake, his own hands settling at Bruce's side and one, careful, stroking the hair at his temple.

And maybe he leans in to press a kiss, but it's just a small one. He can't help it.