Landon nodded slightly as his friend looked him over.  He felt his spine straighten, a left over from his years of service to his country that he knew he would never be rid of.  It wasn’t the only telltale sign of his background, but it was the one that he noticed more often than not.  Perhaps over time he would forget his training, but he wasn’t willing bet on it.<br/><br/>He snorted slightly.  “You’d be surprised, I haven’t been a lady-killer since my injury, but then again I haven’t had much of an opportunity either,” he said with a laugh as he turned back towards the house, his back to the ocean.<br/><br/>He seemed to stare at nothing for a moment before he shook his head.  “Nothing that I can think of at the moment.  Just… if you get uncomfortable with anything tell me Gavin.  I’m more worried about this ruining my friendship with Claire, but I’d hate to throw away so many years of friendship with you as well,” he said with a slight shrug .  “Come on, we don’t want Claire to think that we’re avoiding her.  Might as well get started.”<br/>