Jim's hand tightens around Hunter's, not quite the desperate grasp of a drowning man, but now that he's here, Jim's not eager to let go.

"...I hate this." The constant cycle of bad memories, revolving around and around, from one to the next to the next and back around again. The past few months might be the longest reprieve he's had in a long time, away from Earth its reminders, and for a while he'd let himself think that maybe he can move past it. He should've known better.