When they got home. Laurel didn't correct Roy's choice of words. She liked the hope that came along with that 'when.' She wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet either. She had a feeling that they might have some dark days where it would be easy to give up hoping, but she just had to trust that they could keep each other going.
She found a loaf of fancy looking bread to go along with the cheese and then sat at the table. She watched as Roy took a sip of the water and frowned at his reaction.
"What's wrong?"
She was half expecting him to tell her that the water tasted poisoned or something. Her heart raced as she tried to figure out what they'd do if something like that did come up while here. She'd have to find some sort of hospital or something, she supposed. And quick.