Chapter 3 The next day, the doctors told Fran and Morty that Sylvia was free to leave the hospital. Unfortunately, they also recommended that she go on a diet. They felt that her eating habits may have contributed to what had happened. "I could've bloody well told them that!" Max whispered in Fran's ear with a chuckle.

That evening, Fran was in the kitchen having a cup of tea when Maxwell walked in. "Hi, Mr. Sheffield," Fran said. "You know, I really want to thank you for keeping me company in the hospital."

Max smiled. "Don't mention it, Miss Fine," he said. He hesitated, then continued, "Oh, and about what happened yesterday at the hospital.." He looked at the floor awkwardly. He'd have to choose his words carefully. He wanted to make sure Fran didn't make any more of that kiss than it was. At the same time, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her feelings. "I-I really do care for you," he said. "But I don't want either of us to make any major decisions about our relationship when we're still so emotional from the events of the past few days."

"So what does this mean?" Fran asked.

"I really value our professional relationship, and I wouldn't want us to rush into anything that might jeopardize that."

Fran nodded tentatively. She could tell that he was trying to let her down gently. Even so, she couldn't help thinking that this was an incredibly sweet and classy thing to do. Somehow, this made her love him even more. "I understand," she said as she reached out to hug him. "You want us to be just friends for now?"

"Yes," Maxwell said. "I just wouldn't want to hurt you," Maxwell said as he hugged her. "I'm afraid I'll say something, and then it back later."