Thankfully for his own mental health, Strange didn't stay up the entire night. He scryed for a few hours, fell asleep for a few hours, and then woke up when he fell out of his chair, onto the floor, and discovered that he had been sleeping with his hand in the basin and now his shirt sleeve is all wet.

So, he's resuming scrying, muttering the spell to show him the Ringmaster, when Tamaki's voice interrupts him. He pauses, then looks over towards his roomie. Huh. He thought Tamaki was asleep. Was it falling to the floor that woke him up? Strange is just trying to look very dignified like he's an ace magician who didn't just fall out of a chair.

"I'm fine," he quietly remarks, giving Tamaki a little nod. "Go back to sleep—we've only got a few hours or so until breakfast." He might be fine, but he's also a total hypocrite.