"That makes two of us," Strange admits, as he leans back on the grass. Because considering the embarrassingly long litany of terrible decisions he's made, it's really no use hiding that Strange is messed up about a lot of things as well.

"How shall we do this? Should I say something I'm messed up about, then you, and so on? Or shall we ask each other questions?"

Strange is also smiling a little. Because this...is going good? He can do this, this is working.