Gavin started to make the traditional protest against Claire's declaration, but it was only halfhearted.  She had always done this in the past, given Landon and he time alone.  'Guy time' she called it.  Gavin gave a chuckle and shrug to Landon as she all but pushed them out of the kitchen.  "All right, all right, we know when we're not wanted," he said with a wry smile, before he kissed her cheek.<br/><br/>With another shrug, he turned to Landon and motioned toward the back door.  "Let's take a walk.  It's warm, but not too warm.  Let that food settle some."<br/><br/>He pushed open the backdoor and held it for the other man.  As Landon stepped after him, Gavin divested himself of his shoes, exchanging them for a pair of sandals on the back porch.  He indicated the pair that Landon had used the last time.  "Go ahead, you probably don't want sand in your boots."  Of course, he also figured the boots would keep the sand out.  Maybe Landon wouldn't need the sandals.  It didn't matter, in the end.<br/><br/>No, what mattered was what the two of them were probably going to discuss while alone.  He had seen enough glances from Landon during lunch to know that the other man wasn't going to wait too long for answers.<br/><br/>Good.  He needed an answer of his own from Landon.<br/><br/>In silence, Gavin lead Landon away from the house.  They walked silently for several seconds.