Lambert stares back at Strange, the Gamma’s face and simulated visor making it difficult to tell what all exactly is going on under there. He doesn’t try to pull away, though, evidently working though his own thoughts. There’s a lot of things he could say, like Are you seriously fucking telling me all your trust issues with me started from me not telling you who I was sleeping with to Honestly, looking at you right now I’m really not sure you could protect a paper bag, and gods help it if you tried, but he systematically pushes them down as not helpful, one at a time.

“Yeah, well ... me either,” is what he finally says after a long pause. “But I know it’s not this.”

So nothing very helpful there.

“And I don’t think it matters. Because what you want matters more. You said it yourself, right? Your plan’s always been the same.”