He knew that voice, but that voice shouldn't be coming from the bridge of ship, nevermind the ready room. Unless... Kirk peeked through his fingers to see the tablet laying on the desk, recording away. Of course. Dropping his hand from his face, he picked up the tablet instead.

"I wouldn't say it's so much exhaustion as junk food overload once my younger self figured out that the hatches really would give him--me anything I wanted."