"I don't think I've been fine for a while," Strange admits, as he gives Yuya a little hiccup of a laugh. He reaches up to rub his eyes as well as he looks over at Yuya...and winces a little when he sees Yuya not looking at him.

He thought that this was something he could take care of on his own but the cold hard truth of multiple emotional outbursts in the span of a half hour and the fact that he got so wrapped up in his own head that he set an entire fucking farm on fire and happily participated in fae murder is a bit of a sobering realization that no. He can't take care of this himself, can he.

"I'm sorry I didn't let you help before," he admits. "If I tell you about it, will you listen?"