Jim wasn’t a religious man, but as was tradition, he muttered off a quiet prayer with his tags pressed to his lips in the relative silence of the back of the plane, before tucking the tags away in his ABU. He had spent a handful of days with Tony, fooling around and not doing much of anything, had an interesting night with Monica (who apparently loves, yet simultaneously wants to strangle her best friend, something that was painfully familiar to him), and he had a chat with his mom.
