Kirk glanced up, surprised someone had come. "Who is-" He started to call out, but he could feel it. Jim. "Come in." He changed over to, opening the door.

He leaned back, feeling his back ache from leaning over for so long without moving, wearing the pair of sloppy sweat pants he had thrown on after waking up. "Jim." A slight smile, but inside he was wondering what this was about.