"Maybe," Jim agrees easily. "If everything's going according to plan, they should be starting classes this semester."

He absently rubs his thumbs against Hunter's hands, looking the other man in the eye, a little guilty that they're rushing something this important. Even though he knows damn well that Hunter can still back out before he graduates, it's still a serious commitment. And not just in terms of what this means to Jim. "You're sure you know what you're getting into?" he asks, needing to be sure. Even so, he knows that Hunter's already seen a glimpse of the dangers already, when Jim had died and a warship had buried itself in the middle of downtown San Francisco.