Strange doesn’t really know how to answer that particular question, and so his expression turns a little contemplative, weighing over the options, before he settles for a slightly comical pained look and: “Frankly? It turns out I’m an asshole. Which is also why I was worried about you meeting another one.”

He takes another sip of the water, more to have something to do with his hands. “So, probably ‘frustrating’. I’d expected… I don’t know, a colleague? An ally? We had to fight each other instead. So I’m trying to think of it like one of those morality stories: roads not taken, cautionary tales about what your worst self might become. Did you ever get to read A Christmas Carol? I’ve been approaching the situation like that. Try not to be an asshole. Try not to accidentally destroy the world. You know, normal stuff.”