"Of course not," Strange answers, without hesitation. He misses Arabella so much already, the idea of even more time away from her sickens him to his stomach. Almost unconsciously, he walks over towards his desk, where the creepy wife gem is sitting.

"But I don't..." There's an awkward pause, where Strange looks like he's torn between saying something and not saying something. "I don't know what to do," Strange finally admits. Even when his plans were shitty and reckless, they were still plans. Here, he's entirely in over his head and he just keeps digging himself further and further down and any semblance of a plan starts to fall apart with almost every action he takes.

"And I can't get back to Arabella unless I have some idea of what to do in the first place. And I don't want you to use up a chance like this until I know what I'm going to do."