For Jim, having a familiar presence at his shoulder is second nature, comfortable and familiar. Granted, it's usually Bones or Spock, and Hunter's not in a Starfleet uniform, but it's close enough. And Jim leans back comfortably in the chair, wishing they were out in deep space, exploring the great unknown. "'For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream,'" he agrees, using another man's words yet again, finding the sentiment appropriate as ever.