"I'm not used to talking about things," Strange points out, matching Yuya's wry smile with one of his own. "Back home, I'd tell all this to Arabella. And here...well, aside from you, my closest friends are Lambert and Childermass."

Both of who are amazingly emotionally stunted in radically different ways. Strange doesn't have to say 'I've only rarely talked about things like my emotions with them' because in his mind, that's pretty obvious.

"But you're right: it does feel better," Strange admits. He lies back down on the burned earth, looking up at the artificial sky as he continues to take a few deep breaths. "And you were also right about earlier. I should talk to Ignatius. Just...maybe when I'm a bit more put together," says the slightly snotty and red-eyed magician.

He thought he was being kind by giving the fae space. But after this, after Strange vocalized all his worries, his thoughts, there was a part of him in the middle of all that which realized hey you moron, if you and Yuya both feel the same about some things, it's entirely possible that you and Ignatius feel the same about some things as well. After all, how many of them see him as an actual person and not just the current thing that's keeping them all alive.