It was far too easy to let himself be drawn in, to roll his hips so that his morning wood pressed against that temptingly positioned thigh, and curl his fingers against the back of Kirk's head and pull him in for a long, slow kiss. He gave into it for a long moment, but there were too many questions chasing round in his head and so after a minute he gave up with a frustrated huff, pulling back enough to look Kirk in the eye.
"Kirk. You're going to want to hear this. It's not Day 410. It's Day 7711. You've obviously been glitched."