Reckless Strange doesn't say anything. Instead, he just looks between sensible Strange and Yuya with an expression that's equal parts irritated and desperate. A moment passes before he lunges forward, grabs sensible Strange's hand—
And then they merge. Where there were two Stranges, there's just one, facing Yuya and looking slightly surprised. Oh. That was easy. And so, he continues the conversation as if this is perfectly normal.
"I'm afraid you're wrong," Strange casually remarks, as he idly prods his nose. Almost instantly, he winces. Nope, that hurts, not going to do that again. "I can think of plenty of people who would like me more if I was someone else. Still, I'm not going to give them the satisfaction of letting that happen."
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And then they merge. Where there were two Stranges, there's just one, facing Yuya and looking slightly surprised. Oh. That was easy. And so, he continues the conversation as if this is perfectly normal.
"I'm afraid you're wrong," Strange casually remarks, as he idly prods his nose. Almost instantly, he winces. Nope, that hurts, not going to do that again. "I can think of plenty of people who would like me more if I was someone else. Still, I'm not going to give them the satisfaction of letting that happen."
Fuck you everybody, you're stuck with him.