Jim leans into the kiss, though he's reluctant to make things more intimate. Nice as that would be, he really doesn't want to risk going into a flashback in the middle of sex. Talk about a mood killer.

He touches his forehead against Hunter's for a moment, before pulling back and giving him a small smile. "C'mon, food's gonna get cold." And after Hunter went through the effort of cooking, it'd be a shame to let that happen.