It's such a comfortable embrace and Clay's caressing touch on his hip is already lulling him back to sleep. Sighing a little, he withdraws and disposes of the condom. Weps spoons up behind Clay again, and pulls him in close. They're both sticky and sweaty but it doesn't matter at all. He kisses Clay's hair and inhales his scent.

"I'll remember, Clay," he murmurs sleepily, "I won't forget this place or Aragorn or you or even David. I'll be back - I promise."