Masking his feelings is simultaneously Foster'ss specialty and his biggest weakness--it varies from moment to moment. Right now, it's coming easily to him. So he looks mostly indifferent as he lifts his gaze to watch the gently-falling flakes of snow, a feat Strange performed with practically no visible effort.

He's not allowed to be jealous. But he has to wonder.

".... is it? Your magic, I mean. But--haha! It doesn't matter. Go ahead! I can't stop you."

What he wants! What an obscene concept.

But that is why he's here.

Honestly, he doesn't know why he bothered.

No, that's not true. He does know why he bothered. And he knows what he was hoping for. It's just.... distressing, in the end, to feel so lost and frustrated. He knows he won't fail. He cannot fail. But not being able to see the connection between where he is and where--how, what--he needs to be is deeply unsettling. It's not a good feeling. He didn't miss it at all.

He just... he just doesn't have time--!