Landon arched and eyebrow questioningly at Gavin where Claire couldn’t see, but that was the only sign that he’d heard the other man’s request.  It was short lived, his face smoothed into a natural smile and a look of resignation as he handed the bag off to Gavin, offering his arm to Claire with a little flourish and a dimpled grin.  “That should teach you not to carry my stuff,” he said over his shoulder at Gavin and Claire led him into the house.<br/><br/>It didn’t matter how long he was gone, or which house he happened to visit them at, it always felt like home.  He’d come to realize years ago that it had nothing to do with the actual place.  They could have been in a one room cabin in the middle of the Rockies and he still would have felt at home the moment he was surrounded by their familiar things.  He could see Claire’s hand in the décor, which had changed slightly since his last visit, but she always managed to incorporate a touch of Gavin as well. Just another thing that proved how right they were together as far as he was concerned.<br/><br/>He groaned slightly at the menu, patting his flat stomach with one hand as she led him to the spare room.  “That sounds amazing… I don’t think I’ve had much more than rations and heavily processed potato substitute since the last time I was here.  I’ll even risk being poisoned by you,” he teased, drawing her close to kiss the top of her head affectionately before he moved aside to let Gavin go first so that he could drop the bag on the bed.<br/>