Weps tugs Clay into his arms, tucking his head under his own chin and pulling the blankets over them both. He lies in the darkness with his eyes open listening to Clay's breathing evening out and thinking about the people he's met here - people he might not see again. Max, Jack, Sean, David, Jason, Clay... and Aragorn. Aragorn. He needs to tell Aragorn tonight. If Clay's still here in the morning, he'll ask him two favours. And if he isn't - well...

Weps sighs, closes his eyes and kisses Clay's head. "I'll miss you," he whispers into Clay's hair. "Take care of yourself."