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Sydney listens to Maverick’s story, losing track of the time, ordering some cookies to snack on.

Sydney bites her tongue and lets him ramble on and on, doing her best not to butt in.

It takes her everything she has to sit still and quiet.

She has her own opinions, her own view on things.

But now is not the time, it’s Mavericks’.

Maverick knows well enough where she stands and just how she feels on this situation.

She made sure of that.

Sydney made it clear day one that he knows how she sees this, whats her side in all this.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he is starting from the beginning.

Most of what he is saying, she is already well aware of.

Maverick is laying down the facts.

Sydney is waiting for the parts she doesn’t know, the whys and the reasons for what he has done.

The facts Sydney was done with, she knew the facts well enough because she lived through it.

They both did.

Finally, Sydney hears what she is waiting for and takes it with a stone cold expression.

Sydney is given a lot to think about, to process, to swallow, to accept, to analyze.

She isn’t ready to choose just yet.

To shut this part of her life out for good or allow him back into her life?

Would she feel guilty for losing touch? Would she want to reopen old wounds?

Neither is going to be easy.

Her feelings flicker like a dying lightbulb as she watches him turn the corner to leave.