Claire smiled as Gavin left the room, shaking her head after him with fondness and love.  "He's such a guy," she commented, looking back at Landon, "already thinking about dinner when we haven't had lunch yet.  I made lunch, but I didn't cook anything for dinner.  I figured we could play it by ear, you know, if you need to rest and want us to order in or if you feel like going out somewhere.  There's that cool little Italian place we went to last time you were here that's just up the beach."<br/><br/>She was still so excited to see him, almost as giddy as a schoolgirl.  "Everything is pretty much the same as last time.  I put a couple of different soaps and shampoos in the bathroom, and there are razors and a toothbrush in case you forgot yours," she said, nodding at the door that led to his private bath.  "And I bought you some books I thought you might like, but no military ones and none about types of weapons," she teased, smiling impishly.  "I got you stuff like swim trunks and flip flops for the beach, too.  And Landon, you don't have to spend every waking minute with us.  If you need to be on your own, it's fine."  She knew all too well what being broken did you your psyche, how sometimes, the only peace was within yourself.<br/><br/>Going to him, she kissed his cheek.  "I'll get lunch on the table while you settle in."