Kissing Horatio properly (it's been so long) is such a blessing. It has him smiling broadly even before the kiss has even properly begun. Has him smiling even more so once they part for air.

There's another fond bump of his nose against Horatio's (an echo of a lifetime long ago, now,) before he turns to William with a questioning look in his eye. The way his head leans forward slightly is part-invitation, part-question.

"I wouldn't want you to feel neglected," he murmurs, that daring little grin still on his lips.