"Mrrp," Zunar replies, blinking up at him innocently. You mean you don't?

Hunter's suggestion brings a real smile to Jim's face, and he taps his glass gently against his boyfriend's. "I can drink to that. To not having to smuggle you in under Starfleet's nose."

Whether or not something does happen, Jim can feel confident enough in Hunter's intelligence and abilities to know that he will make it to graduation, no problem. He takes a good drink of his wine, swirling the rest around idly in the glass. "Just two more years out here. That's the plan."