His arms are practically around Thomas now as they make that last movement into the home, and then the other man's finding things to lean against, Edward feeling him pull away to seek support against furniture as he moves. The lieutenant still stays close, rushing forwards in case Jopson should begin to fall over.... but then he's collapsing onto the bed and Edward's leaning for a moment to catch his breath, before looking up at him. He might reach out to grasp the other man's shoulder to comfort him, offer support as his body lies draped and aching upon the bed, but he doesn't think Thomas would want him to.

His own guilt and shame stay burning within himself, his stomach a tight knot; he feels ill. But Jopson isn't yet secured, and Little hesitates, fretful.

"Are you.... warm enough?" A swallow. "Can I bring you more blankets? Anything? I— I'll bring you anything."