[IC] Appointments Post

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Thanks!
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Thankfully that isn't what Billy means.
She sees him looking at his hands and concern narrows her gaze.]
Because it takes too much effort to control and maintain them, with magic like yours?
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[Inwardly, he wonders if he should elaborate. Tell her the story, or at least what he knows of it. It makes a lot more sense that way.
Then again, his existence doesn't make sense no matter how much information one has on it. Hell, more info actually makes it more confusing. And he's in no state to explain it properly.
And so-]
People are different from objects. If you make a chair out of magic, it's solid, it's real, and it won't fade away because it isn't meant to change. But people change. They grow, they learn, they talk to people and develop relationships. You can't... make a person and then just set them loose and hope for the best. You can't keep living your life like you never did it. Their life is tied to yours. And if you forget about them, even for a second, the magic disappears.
[He thinks about Anja, and Susanna, and Robin's parents, and all of Kurt's fuzzy blue kids. They were tied to him as irrevocably as they'd been tied to their parents. Tied to the spell that made them exist. But they were never alive, not even for a second. It was a beautiful lie.]
Magic isn't life. It's just a manipulation of truths.
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The way it works - that makes a lot of sense. Our abilities and what we believe about them are very different.
[She doesn't want to imagine what it would be like if the healing she could do wasn't real. If she and others only believed it because they could not bear the alternative.]
I hope I haven't asked too many questions and tired you out.
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[He shakes his head, pauses to consider it further, then shrugs it off.]
I think... I've slept enough already. It's time to wake up.
[He says the last part like he's making a personal request to himself; like he knows it's time but he's still working on it, still sleeping in his own head.]
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[The walls of this room aren't exactly welcoming or friendly. She has half a mind to find something peaceful to turn on in one of the training rooms and let him sit there, instead.]
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...To where?
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[She almost makes a joke, about Tony and pop-tarts. Bringing him up doesn't sound like the best idea at the last second, and cutting herself off gives her a moment to look at Billy more carefully.]
You can say no. ['No' is in his expression.] What matters is what you feel like you can handle.
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[Mia holds both of her hands before her, palm-up, and a small blue creature appears atop them.]
One of my djinn can stay here, and if Teddy comes back, he'll tell him where we are. If there is a problem, he'll be able to let me know right away.
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Ah... okay. Thanks... thanks?
[He looks between Mia and the djinn. Summon? Part of the same whole? Is he thanking her or the djinn or both?
He has no idea how this works, but either way, he's in.]
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If you feel at all like turning around, and coming back, we will.
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[He accepts her arm and her help, sliding off the bed and straightening up, standing shakily on his own two feet for the first time all day. This is the most normal he's felt in a while, and it's... god, he doesn't even know. It's heavy, the weight of reality. He's not used to it, and he knows it'll just slip away from him before long.
But it's good. He knows it's good, and that's important.
So now he just... has to walk. That's not so hard, is it?]
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Teddy'll be happy if he's walking, right?]
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[The smile, and tone, and quiet laugh at the end, they're all supposed to reassure him that she's joking. She would never let him fall.]
It's not far.
[They pass mostly empty and silent rooms, too.]
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[Teddy's always very understanding. Especially now, after so much has happened. Too understanding, really. It feels almost...
....
But, no. He trusts Teddy. And right now, he's trusting Mia. It's okay. They'll be okay.]
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[About a lot of things, all centered on Billy and what Billy really thinks of him.
Mia leads him down the hall to their little break room; the only constant in there is something caffeinated ready on the counter. There is a little table against one wall, though, and if Billy seems shakier or off-balance she'll help him to the nearest chair.]
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I don't think I've ever been here before.
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[The reason they're here, other than to get Billy out of his room temporarily, is so at least one of them can eat. Mia opens the refrigerator, looking for anything respectable but not too heavy.]
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It needs, um. A TV. All waiting rooms have TVs.
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[She thinks she found him easy things to eat: toast and a sliced apple and some left-over soup that she will even battle the microwave to heat, for his sake.]
If you're hungry after this, I'll find something else. [But he ought to sit down and eat it, unless he thinks he can stand well enough without his good arm for support.]
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Oh... i-it's okay, I'm not... that hungry. You didn't have to...
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[He should have something; she has hopes that eating in company will distract him enough that he finishes it anyway. Fixing herself a fast sandwich, she sits down at the table.]
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....
Soup smells good, though.]
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