Up the coast for a few days

Continued from here

Looking up from the drawer where he's been stuffing t-shirts, Aragorn smiles, enjoying the sight of Weps still looking wet from his shower and with his hair all damp and spiky.

"I wonder why we bothered with ordering food," he murmurs softly walking up to him and following with a finger one of the rivulets of water running down his neck. "You look good enough to eat yourself..."