Myron spotted Kirley as soon as he stood up, feeling a thrill of relief running through him. Thank fuck for that. Or not, maybe? He didn't know if it was a good thing that Kirley had apparently been dragged into this shitshow along with him. But he did know he was relieved to see him.
"Kirley." He allowed himself to be pulled into the hug, returning it after a second. When he pulled back enough to peer into his old friend's face, it was to the jarring realisation that this was real. It had to be.
"What the fuck?" He asked him, the lilt of his accent making the curseword almost melodic.. Apparently any way with words he might have had had vanished when he'd stepped into... whatever year this was. Myron reached out, gripping Kirley's upper arms tightly. "Mate, this is so messed up."