Who: Cecilia and Juno Where: Cecilia's room When: Around 11am
The snow-filled early morning had contributed to Juno's already pretty good mood, which meant that even though the closer the hour approached when she would go talk to Cecilia, the more nervous she got, Juno felt alright when the time came. It had been nice of the nurse to agree to talk to her again, even though the subject had to be hard to think about. Even so, Marco had been right the day before in that talking to someone who knew what she was going through would have to be more productive than talking to a bunch of people who didn't, and Cecilia had seemed to be the only one who completely understood what the whole Simms situation had meant for her. In the immortal words of Paula Abdul, what she was going through seemed to be going one step forward, two steps back (or was it two forward and two back? It didn't matter since the point still made sense) now that she had gone back to feeling unsafe in her own room. Juno was desperate to be independent again, be alright with being alone again. Cecilia had to know how to do that - hopefully.
She had talked about brunch, but not seriously; all the same she was halfway through her second or third danish by the time she arrived on Cecilia's door, with some kind of thanks offering in the form of a napkin-wrapped danish for the blonde nurse. Managing enough dexterity to hold both danishes in one hand Juno knocked and then wiped crumbs off the corners of her mouth with her now free hand. Then, she quickly took the danish for Cecilia back into her right hand.