Jopson has a sweet tooth.
Edwards discovers this by chance, Christmas morning ‘46. To mark the day, the Captain has ordered the leftover shortbread be shared among the men and Edward watches Jopson’s eyelids flutter shut as he nibbles at the biscuit, one hand resting softly on Diggle’s stove.
They don’t have to resort to rationing yet, but stores are far from plenty; Edward scrapes the jam off his breakfast biscuits, pockets a teacake in the Great Cabin, hoards his share of tinfoiled chocolates like a treasure.
Jopson is bashful, embarrassed, at first, but Edward persists and Jopson blushes as their fingers meet around the chocolate.