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Book Haven: Thursday 10-5PM [6-26-08]

Millie was rather cheerful after having spent the better part of the week resting up from the weekend. Magically moving all those people all that distance had taken a huge amount out of her. She'd gone home Sunday and collapsed until her clinic shift on Monday, then returned home and slept for the better part of the next two days.

She set out treats for the customers and curled up in a comfy chair to read.

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Murdock was still in his 'check up on everyone he knew' mode. He'd heard about Millie's involvement and so here was, knowing she'd be at the book store today.

"Hey beautiful," he smiled, coming up to her. "How you've been? I heard about..." an arm wave, "you know. The weekend."

Millie smiled back at him shyly. "Hello, Murdock. I am well. And you?"

"I'm alright." He took a seat in a nearby chair. "How's...everything else?" He wasn't sure where to go next. He didn't really want to pry about anything, and if she said she was okay, she probably was.

"Everything else?" she said curiously, unsure of what he meant.

"Just..." another arm wave, "life, the universe and everything?" He sighed a little. "Anything new, interesting, anything you want to talk about?"

She blinked at him. "My life is very quiet," she said. "And after using magic to move people such a distance and back over the weekend, I have mostly slept since then. I am afraid I am not a terribly interesting or exciting person."

"Funny, I didn't get that impression the first time I met ya." He leaned toward her a bit, "Maybe you judge yourself a bit too much?" he asked gently.

She shrugged. "I am quite happy with who I am."

"That's not what I meant, Millie. I mean..." he sighed, trying to figure out how to put it in words. "I'm not saying that you're not happy, but this...lack of confidence you seem to have. On one hand you tell me you're happy with yourself but then you say you're nothing special and nothing to look at and I guess..." He frowned a bit. "I guess I'm just confused."

She blinked at him. "Why must I be beautiful and special like the people I see on the TV and movies here to be happy?"

Yeah, Millie didn't exactly come from a time where self-esteem was valued - especially not in women.

"It is quite flattering that you find me beautiful, but would it not be a sad thing if I had to believe I was those things to be content with my life?"

"That's not..." he started, then dropped his head and let out a huge sigh. He looked back up at her. "I don't know how to explain it. But...that's not what I meant either. It's not that you have to compare yourself to anyone at all, Millie. It's..." he struggled for words, "You are beautiful and special, yet you don't seem to believe it. I don't understand why."

"Well," she said slowly, feeling utterly unprepared for this... whatever it was. "I am glad you believe so, though it does make me wonder about your ability to accurately perceive things. But Murdock, I am not beautiful. It would be a lie for me to say I believe I am. And I am not particularly special - except that I am an enchantress, which yes, I suppose is special, though I see it more as having a special talent than anything else."

"Perhaps you mean that I seem special to you, which is very kind of you, but honestly, I am quite content just as I am. I do not need to believe those things are true to be happy. Why is it so important to you that I believe these things?"

"I..." Murdock didn't really know what to say. "I guess you're right," he spoke quietly after a moment. "I do believe those things about you, and...I guess I was hopin' that you'd see it too." He shrugged slowly. "And I'm happy that you're content as you are. That I wouldn't change. But..."

He looked away and stared at the floor, fingers intertwining around themselves. "You're right about me too. I don't always see what others do. Quite literally at times. That's part of the package of bein' crazy. I know I don't make any sense and..." he closed his eyes for a moment, "I can't change that either. I wish I could."

"I do not see any need for you to change," Millie said. "But if you wish you were different, then I wish that for you as well."

He looked back up at her. "Thank you. I guess." Honestly, Murdock didn't know what he wanted. Could he be sane ever again? He'd been crazy for so long that he wasn't sure what sanity meant anymore. "Maybe, someday I will be?" He smiled just a little. "Thanks, Millie. I...suppose I should be goin'." So he could try to wrap his brain around everything that just happened. "I'll see you later?" He wasn't entirely sure if Millie would want to see him again, and he wouldn't blame her if she didn't.

"Of course," Millie said cherfully. "Why would you not?"

He shrugged. "I just thought...maybe. I have a way of confusing and annoying people," he blurted out. "I figured you..." he looked away. "You thought that way too."

"Well, you do often confuse me," she admitted with a smile. "I often think that I do not understand you at all. But I am not annoyed by you."

"Though," she said, more seriously. "If it bothers you so that I do not see things the way you do, I can understand if you would choose not to visit again."

He nodded. He figured he did, but the idea that she thought him not irritating gave him some hope.

Which was dashed with her next words. He obviously couldn't see what she did and apparently he needed to leave well enough alone. "I...understand." A small, sad smile crossed his face. "I'll do as you ask." He quickly stood up, leaned over her and gave her a quick peck on the check. "Good-bye, Millie." He strode quickly out, not giving her a chance to say anything further.

And poor Millie was left completely confused.

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