"I care about you!" Strange snarls, as he gets to his feet. He has a sneaky suspicion this conversation might be ending soon. And even if not? That Portland comment stings and hurts in a way that Strange doesn't want to acknowledge.

"You've never been self-conscious about anything before and yet here you are, hiding behind some illusion! How the hell can I help you if I don't even know what your problem is to begin with?"