Chapter 8: in which Syd and Weiss have a heart to heart.
Weiss needed reassurances that Irina was just yanking his chain. He wasn't too sure that Syd's argument that he was "cute and funny" was any better than "roly poly". Sitting on the bed, the two of them batted the argument around for a little while, Weiss waiting for Sydney to say whatever it was she was avoiding.
Finally Syd took a deep breath and asked Weiss, "What do you think about today, what I've been doing? Like I said to them, I don't want to, don't think I can do this anymore...."
Weiss ventured to give Syd some advice. "Go with your instincts on this. If you think you shouldn't go on, then don't." She nodded and looked down at her hands. Weiss reached out and patted her hand as he said, "And, as much as it stuns me to say this, I think your parents gave you good advice. You were hurt and you need an apology. You also need to listen to his explanation, no matter how lame or stupid it is. When you come right down to it, the problem has been a lack of open communication. The two of you haven't taken much, or enough, time to be honest with each other. You have the feelings for each other, but that's not enough. You need honesty and trust. You two need to decide how much you trust each other. How much risk you're willing to endure. How much your relationship is worth. You need to have that conversation and the time is now." Weiss squeezed Sydney's hand and looked into her eyes, for once with all traces of jesting and jocularity wiped from his face.
Thinking, Sydney said softly, "That was quite a speech, quite mature for..."
"For me? Is that what you were about to say? Hey, I've been working on it for six months."
Syd nodded absently. Then leaning up, she gave Weiss a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for everything these last six months. You've been a rock. And I'm sorry that the last few weeks I've been ---"
Weiss cut her off. "No problem. But that's why I decided to get involved--- "
"What do you mean, 'involved'? What have you been doing? Or saying, is that it? Saying in Vaughn's ear?"
"Nothing. Just a little man-to-man humor."
"Oh, really? My bet is you've been making his life a living hell."
"Nah. That's your job on this mission."
"Well, I think that's done."
"Good." Standing up, Weiss gave Sydney's shoulder a squeeze. "Don't drink that bottle of champagne over there, alright?"
"No, don't worry."
"And try and get some sleep."
Sydney nodded and Weiss gave her a smile as he walked back into the other room. One down...
Weiss needed reassurances that Irina was just yanking his chain. He wasn't too sure that Syd's argument that he was "cute and funny" was any better than "roly poly". Sitting on the bed, the two of them batted the argument around for a little while, Weiss waiting for Sydney to say whatever it was she was avoiding.
Finally Syd took a deep breath and asked Weiss, "What do you think about today, what I've been doing? Like I said to them, I don't want to, don't think I can do this anymore...."
Weiss ventured to give Syd some advice. "Go with your instincts on this. If you think you shouldn't go on, then don't." She nodded and looked down at her hands. Weiss reached out and patted her hand as he said, "And, as much as it stuns me to say this, I think your parents gave you good advice. You were hurt and you need an apology. You also need to listen to his explanation, no matter how lame or stupid it is. When you come right down to it, the problem has been a lack of open communication. The two of you haven't taken much, or enough, time to be honest with each other. You have the feelings for each other, but that's not enough. You need honesty and trust. You two need to decide how much you trust each other. How much risk you're willing to endure. How much your relationship is worth. You need to have that conversation and the time is now." Weiss squeezed Sydney's hand and looked into her eyes, for once with all traces of jesting and jocularity wiped from his face.
Thinking, Sydney said softly, "That was quite a speech, quite mature for..."
"For me? Is that what you were about to say? Hey, I've been working on it for six months."
Syd nodded absently. Then leaning up, she gave Weiss a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for everything these last six months. You've been a rock. And I'm sorry that the last few weeks I've been ---"
Weiss cut her off. "No problem. But that's why I decided to get involved--- "
"What do you mean, 'involved'? What have you been doing? Or saying, is that it? Saying in Vaughn's ear?"
"Nothing. Just a little man-to-man humor."
"Oh, really? My bet is you've been making his life a living hell."
"Nah. That's your job on this mission."
"Well, I think that's done."
"Good." Standing up, Weiss gave Sydney's shoulder a squeeze. "Don't drink that bottle of champagne over there, alright?"
"No, don't worry."
"And try and get some sleep."
Sydney nodded and Weiss gave her a smile as he walked back into the other room. One down...