Jim nods in understanding, and in agreement. "I know what you mean..." They've never sparred before, and now that it's come up, he wonders if Hunter even does that sort of thing. But now isn't a good time to find out. Jim's been in more than his fair share of fights over his lifetime, not all of them in a carefully controlled environment or against an opponent that didn't want to hurt him. There's a lot that could go wrong, if he summoned up the wrong memory.

He takes a sip of the smoothie, not really sure what to expect from either flavor or texture. It's enjoyable enough, even though it isn't coffee, but maybe having him handle steaming hot liquids right now isn't the best either. It'll do.

"The whole... fight-or-flight thing isn't helping." Jim's having enough trouble coming back to reality in the middle of some traumatizing shit and no longer having a target to punch or yell at, on his end of things. And to Hunter, he's sure that watching him struggle is just as frustrating, helpless to do anything to stop him from acting like he's lost his mind.