He takes a sip of his own drink, setting the glass down on a more or less even stack of hay so he can wrap his arms around her. It's all very stereotypical, sure, but Jim is a hopeless romantic at heart, and he's never gotten to enjoy something like this with someone special. So this is perfect, absolutely.

He chuckles, a hand reaching up to stroke her hair. "Mm, it's like... universes have conspired to bring us together." It's a sweet thought, even if probably a little too idyllic.