Gavin grimaced and snapped his fingers.  "Ah, no, we did go the other way."<br/><br/>He shrugged and sipped the cold water.  "We'll have to do that some other time, I guess.  Or, if you want, you can take him, Claire."<br/><br/>He glanced at the clock and chewed on his lip.<br/><br/>"Hmmm, we have some time before dinner so...why don't we all freshen up and then we'll head to Antonio's, down on Harborside.  Some Italian seafood might be a good way to say 'Welcome back', huh?"<br/><br/>The other two nodded after a moment, agreeing with the plan.  After a couple hours of getting ready and relaxing, the three friends went out on the town.  Gavin, however, kept thinking on what he was trying to arrange.  He wanted his wife back and truly felt it would help.  He smiled and laughed with his wife and his best friend, honestly enjoying the company.  After they finished their meal, Gavin drove them back to the house.  He explained that he didn't want to keep Landon up late due to his traveling so far.<br/><br/>"But, we'll have to do an outdoor, late night thing sometime soon.  Maybe a night picnic on the beach sometime this week?  Something where we can have very good food and not worry about driving back."<br/><br/>He met Landon's eyes briefly, wordless communication passing from him to his friend.  Outdoor and semiprivate.  A favorite of theirs.<br/><br/><div align="center">~    ~    ~    ~    ~</div><br/>The next morning, Gavin reached for his phone and frowned at it briefly.  He lifted it and tapped the screen.  He brought it to his ear and listened for a moment.  Then, sighing, he placed it down and bent to Claire.  He kissed her cheek, rousing her slightly.<br/><br/>"I'm going in to work.  Be right back.  Apparently, Julian can't handle one day without needing me to check in.  I'll be back soon."