You're getting ready for bed in your quarters after a long day of being basically confined to the navigational station, almost nonsensically pressing buttons. But you could finally rest, you take off your gold coloured uniform and slip into something comfy, you pick up your PADD, looking at it for a few seconds before placing it down without doing anything.

As you sit down on your bed, the door slides open without a buzz. An equally as tired Jim emerges, though he perks us as he clocks your presence, he smiles, taking off his uniform sweater and undershirt before collapsing directly on top of you with a tired, yet relieved groan.