Claire's expression was quizzical as she watched Landon disappear into the guest room.  He'd never done that before, kissing her forehead like that, not even in college.  She shrugged it off, though; he was probably just grateful to be with loved ones again.  She didn't mind the familiarity.  After all, she'd known him forever.<br/><br/>Turning her attention to feeding him like she'd promised, she cracked three eggs and started cooking, piling on the ham and sprinkling in freshly-grated cheddar cheese.  She hummed while she worked, putting the omelet onto a plate and buttering some toast for Landon.  She was finishing up when he returned, freshly showered, wet hair curling up just a tad at the ends.<br/><br/>As he sat down to eat, she said, "I have a feeling that Gavin won't be home for a while.  I'm sorry he had to go in."  She was apologetic; after all, Landon had come home to see his best friend who wasn't even home.  "Is there anything in particular you want us to do today?  Just you and me?"