"I don't care what we do, as long as it doesn't involve anything having to do with college applications for you, or Hemingway for me," she said, leaning back slightly into his hug, and trying not to think about how things would be when he left.  She would miss the contact with him, how he always seemed to look out for her, make sure she knew where he was, and how he always showed her in some way how much he cared about her.  She'd never had to worry whether or not he resented her because she couldn't see, because for some reason he never had.  When she'd first started high school she'd been worried how he might act around her, since he'd had a full two years to make friends there, without her around.  It turned out she hadn't needed to worry, because he treated her the same at school as he did when they were home.  She secretly wondered if she might be the reason why he didn't have many friends, because they were afraid to make friends with him because of her.  She'd never come out and asked him, but it worried her sometimes.<br/><br/>"I thought we might just hang out here, unless Mom wants to do something," she said.  "I'm worried how she'll be when you have to leave, as much as she seems to depend on you for stuff," she confessed.  "At least you'll have a chance to get to make some new friends, without me tagging along," she smiled, trying to sound casual and light about the whole thing, but doing so well at it.