The familiar touch is somehow strange now, but still soothing, and part of Jim takes some solace in the fact that Hunter understands. Not everything. Not even close. But enough. Because there's no way in hell he's with it enough to give a proper debrief. The captainly persona he normally projects is shattered and broken into a million pieces, and all that's left is just Jim, feeling as small and lost as he was when he came back from Tarsus IV the first time.

He takes in a shuddering breath and lets it out. "It wasn't... just that. Something... happened... to me. I don't..." He stops himself, aware now just how scattered his thoughts are, trying desperately to pull himself back together. His hand drifts up to the bite mark on his shoulder, wincing at the memory of being shaken like a ragdoll by the massive beast. The other captain's friend.

He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, nervous and dreading the answer. He vaguely remembers insisting on not going home earlier, too frightened by the thought of the full moon waiting to greet him on his own Earth. "What... what's the moon look like now?"