Like Sam, Kirk had changed from wet clothes into dry and warm to avoid a cold. The last thing he needed was to be sick on a mission, especially with a healer in the room. The fuss would be unbearable. He stretched and meandered over to Sam, wrapping his arm around his waist and giving a light tug as he himself flopped onto the nearest bed.

"Sounds fun. Like truth or dare or never have I ever, but with cards," he yawned.

For himself, he wasn't bothered on which bed he slept in or where, he just wanted to be beside his lover. For quite a few reasons, most of them personal, but simply just because he had been sleeping with Sam for almost a year now, and being without threw him off in unsettling ways. If no one else in the room liked it, well, they could bite him.