Through the haze and fog, Strange realizes what Yuya's trying to do. He's trying to be comforting. Which, while he appreciates the thought tremendously, Strange knows can only do so much. Comfort can only go so far against the fae. Strange needs to stay here, stay out of sight, and find a way to keep everybody here safe. Or, at least, to keep Arabella safe. Because damn the rest, he's not letting her be hurt.

"I hope you're right," Strange responds, with a frown. There's another pause before he continues. "And I know I'm being damn cryptic about the whole thing, but...give me a place and a time after we leave the ball and I'll tell you the whole story about Arabella, that fae, and myself."

Yuya was a good kid. He deserved to know the truth, even if Strange was still so terribly reluctant to actually tell him.