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Jopson still couldn’t help but find all of this somehow unnatural. Though maybe someday, the word “lieutenant” directed at him will stop sounding so out of place. He might get used to it and to his new uniform too, seeing how much joy it brought to people close to him, and most of all to his lover.
Edward was so happy when he saw Thomas in it for the first time, and was smiling so brightly that he could probably make the whole arctic ice melt instantly just like this. To him it felt so right, and he’s known for a long time that Jopson was always obviously deserving of the rank. “And of a portrait made by the hand of the finest painter, that would be even more beautiful than that of James Clark Ross”, he thought to himself while marveling at the view in front of him.
- Would you look at this, fits absolutely perfectly! - he said, as he touched the fabric on Thomas’s arm.
Jopson smiled, as if this was embarrassing him and then pulled Little in for a deep kiss. And a while later, pinned against the wall and between short, sweet gasps Edward still kept saying
- God, Thomas, you’re beautiful.
And let himself get lost in the most beautiful sights.