Claire was sitting on the back porch, which faced the beach, with her second cup of coffee in her hands.  She looked up, shielding her eyes with her hand to block out the glare of the sun.  Seeing Landon returning, she was about to say something when he got close enough, but it was obvious from the way he walked and the way his head hung that something was wrong.   A frown marred her pretty features as she contemplated what was wrong.  She recognized the look he wore.  She'd worn a similar one herself over the last year or so.<br/><br/><em>It's none of your business, Claire,</em>she silently admonished herself.  After all, she had her own demons.  She knew how it felt to have who and what you are destroyed, and looking at Landon was like looking in a mirror.  Scarred body and scarred mind.  That was her, and it seemed to be Gavin's best friend, too.<br/><br/>It was not her business, and yet she couldn't help but wonder.  She'd known he had medical stuff going on the same time she did, and the scars along his body made it clear that it hadn't been easy.<br/><br/>He stopped in front of her when he saw her sitting, and with an easy smile, she stood up.  She wasn't going to ask him about it, not yet at least.  She was torn if she should.  After her accident, she'd wanted to be a hermit, just locked up in her home and not having to face the real world.  But Gavin had been there to force her to talk, even if she dug in her heels and would only do it intermittently.<br/><br/>Maybe Landon needed a Gavin, someone who was supportive and said the right things.  And maybe she needed to be that person.  She'd consider bringing it up if the timing felt right.  "Did you have a nice workout?" she asked.  "I'll put on another pot of coffee for you.  Omelet good for breakfast?  I can attest that they're good.  Thanks for making mine earlier."