"You're the Captain, sir, you may have boots anywhere you'd like."
Jopson circles to pour himself a hot cuppa, indulging with a heaping dollop of honey and even cream. Not one to waste such fine things but for once, he genuinely wants it. He thinks of Ross, snaking arms around his waist beneath his shirt in the dark, dragging him in and insisting he should enjoy himself sometimes. Jopson wonders if he'd be proud of this small victory.
He settles into his usual seat (strange, that this is routine now), drinking from his cup, a pleased smile on his face after. All the work today has made the last of the bruises ache, but the tea soothes it. He'll sleep well tonight.
"You're an excellent dancer, sir," he says into his cup, keeping it perched high so the steam and the sweet scent warms him. A busy day, but one that's left him feeling quite satisfied, and it shows in the occasional approving glance around the great cabin.
"I'm afraid you won't find dancing among my skills on any of my letters of introduction."
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Jopson circles to pour himself a hot cuppa, indulging with a heaping dollop of honey and even cream. Not one to waste such fine things but for once, he genuinely wants it. He thinks of Ross, snaking arms around his waist beneath his shirt in the dark, dragging him in and insisting he should enjoy himself sometimes. Jopson wonders if he'd be proud of this small victory.
He settles into his usual seat (strange, that this is routine now), drinking from his cup, a pleased smile on his face after. All the work today has made the last of the bruises ache, but the tea soothes it. He'll sleep well tonight.
"You're an excellent dancer, sir," he says into his cup, keeping it perched high so the steam and the sweet scent warms him. A busy day, but one that's left him feeling quite satisfied, and it shows in the occasional approving glance around the great cabin.
"I'm afraid you won't find dancing among my skills on any of my letters of introduction."