"... one day our paths will lead us there."
Viggo shifts also: memories of shooting that scene, Aragorn and Boromir sharing a rare moment of kinship and understanding. Or so he'd thought; later, much later, it turned out he hadn't understood anything at all. Of Boromir -- or of Sean.
In the darkness, he slides his fingers shyly over Sean's thigh. The movement holds no royalty, no grace... but it might be his chance for redemption.