"Oh, it was!" he assured Kirk, with a bit of a smirk, because last night had been great, as great as all the other nights over the years.
Which Kirk apparently could't remember.
"What day was it, yesterday? What number?" Kirk looked young. Potentially younger than he was the first time they finally got together, the first time Jack drifted away from Ianto and Spike.
((OOC: Doesn't matter overmuch, but they're actually going to have to be in Jack's bed, not Kirk's, since Spike and Ianto live next door and they heard them boinking last night...))