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Hope was almost thankful for the little distraction that the waiter had brought with him as he came to their table with their meals. She sat back in the booth a bit as the man set down the food in front of their respective owners before he turned and walked off, muttering something about enjoying the meal and having a nice day. She curled her lip up at the saying before she quickly wiped the face away and stared down t her food, though looking at it didn't make her feel any better. Not that she had expected to anyway, but still. Her hand squeezed a bit onto William's hand again as she breathed out a sigh and reached over for her spoon that was still folded in the napkin that sat on the table in front of her.
By the time she had gotten her spoon out -because it was a little more difficult to unwrap it with one hand since she refused to take her other hand away from William's- of it's napkin Cami was speaking again. The sound of her voice caused Hope to pick her head up and look at the woman while her spoon filled hand absentmindedly started to poke at her oatmeal, but even so she couldn't help but keep her eyes transfixed on the smile that the woman sported. How could she seem so carefree and somewhat happy despite the condition that her brother was in? Again, Hope told herself that Cami was probably acting for their sake and so that the mood at the table didn't been even more depressing and sad as it already felt, and she appreciated it. Really, she did, but it nonetheless made Hope wonder whether or nor it was actually helping with anything.
Likely, it wasn't. But at least it was something. She could have been acting like the two of them; sad, scared, and overall just wishing that they could go back in time and figure out a way to stop all of this from happening in the first place. But that wasn't something any of them could do.
She nodded her head as she listened to the woman go on, herself bringing the spoon filled with oatmeal up to her lips as she blew on it gently before she opened her mouth and started to chew on the food as it was put in her mouth. In the corner of her eyesight she noticed William taking a bite out of his sandwich, something that made her feel a little better because at least he was eating, but it still didn't help with her own appetite. The food in her mouth just felt so rubbery and bland, a feeling and taste that she didn't associate with oatmeal because she actually liked the food, but she accounted that to the fact that she didn't want to eat and nearly felt sick as she forcefully swallowed the mouthful down.
She just had to keep her mind distracted though, and Cami seemed more than willing to be a distraction to them. So when her mouth was cleared of the food she nodded her head and poked her spoon back into the oatmeal and looked back up at Cami. "Vacationing in a place with snow? That doesn't sound like much of a vacation to me," she answered, her voice still weak though Hope tried to bring it back to it's normal tone. Then again, summer and beaches were what she associated with taking a vacation. Not running around in the snow, or going dog sledding. But, to each their own, she figured. She shrugged her shoulders at the thought. "Not unless it's actually during the winter, anyway, but even still that doesn't sound that relaxing." And even then she still wanted to get away from snow; sure, she could appreciate it for Christmas and she could appreciate snow for it's aesthetic appeal when it was falling and when it blanketed everything, but what she didn't appreciate was the cold and bad road conditions that it brought along with it. It was safe to say that she would rather be warm than cold, and that she would rather be in a tropical place rather than a place full of snow.
"I'm sure you'll find something though; and when you do, take pictures because I want to see them at some point." At that, she gave a faint smile, though it quickly went away just as quickly as it came. "I don't really get much time with vacations, especially not during 'prime vacation' times because of the work that I do, so seeing anything you have would let me live vicariously through you." She took another bite of her oatmeal, scrunching her face up at it before she swallowed. Her face tipped down into a frown at that point, though she didn't want it to be there but she couldn't help it as thoughts started circling through her mind. Would she be able to take another vacation with William anytime in the near future? Were they going to be able to go to her parents condo to relax and kick back? It almost worried her to think not. But again, she tried to push the thought aside.
By the time she had gotten her spoon out -because it was a little more difficult to unwrap it with one hand since she refused to take her other hand away from William's- of it's napkin Cami was speaking again. The sound of her voice caused Hope to pick her head up and look at the woman while her spoon filled hand absentmindedly started to poke at her oatmeal, but even so she couldn't help but keep her eyes transfixed on the smile that the woman sported. How could she seem so carefree and somewhat happy despite the condition that her brother was in? Again, Hope told herself that Cami was probably acting for their sake and so that the mood at the table didn't been even more depressing and sad as it already felt, and she appreciated it. Really, she did, but it nonetheless made Hope wonder whether or nor it was actually helping with anything.
Likely, it wasn't. But at least it was something. She could have been acting like the two of them; sad, scared, and overall just wishing that they could go back in time and figure out a way to stop all of this from happening in the first place. But that wasn't something any of them could do.
She nodded her head as she listened to the woman go on, herself bringing the spoon filled with oatmeal up to her lips as she blew on it gently before she opened her mouth and started to chew on the food as it was put in her mouth. In the corner of her eyesight she noticed William taking a bite out of his sandwich, something that made her feel a little better because at least he was eating, but it still didn't help with her own appetite. The food in her mouth just felt so rubbery and bland, a feeling and taste that she didn't associate with oatmeal because she actually liked the food, but she accounted that to the fact that she didn't want to eat and nearly felt sick as she forcefully swallowed the mouthful down.
She just had to keep her mind distracted though, and Cami seemed more than willing to be a distraction to them. So when her mouth was cleared of the food she nodded her head and poked her spoon back into the oatmeal and looked back up at Cami. "Vacationing in a place with snow? That doesn't sound like much of a vacation to me," she answered, her voice still weak though Hope tried to bring it back to it's normal tone. Then again, summer and beaches were what she associated with taking a vacation. Not running around in the snow, or going dog sledding. But, to each their own, she figured. She shrugged her shoulders at the thought. "Not unless it's actually during the winter, anyway, but even still that doesn't sound that relaxing." And even then she still wanted to get away from snow; sure, she could appreciate it for Christmas and she could appreciate snow for it's aesthetic appeal when it was falling and when it blanketed everything, but what she didn't appreciate was the cold and bad road conditions that it brought along with it. It was safe to say that she would rather be warm than cold, and that she would rather be in a tropical place rather than a place full of snow.
"I'm sure you'll find something though; and when you do, take pictures because I want to see them at some point." At that, she gave a faint smile, though it quickly went away just as quickly as it came. "I don't really get much time with vacations, especially not during 'prime vacation' times because of the work that I do, so seeing anything you have would let me live vicariously through you." She took another bite of her oatmeal, scrunching her face up at it before she swallowed. Her face tipped down into a frown at that point, though she didn't want it to be there but she couldn't help it as thoughts started circling through her mind. Would she be able to take another vacation with William anytime in the near future? Were they going to be able to go to her parents condo to relax and kick back? It almost worried her to think not. But again, she tried to push the thought aside.