It's Not About You

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"You'll get yourself killed one of these days." she murmurs.

Strange opens one eye and regards her with faded amusement.

"You know..." He takes his arm away and turns to look up at her. "...if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were worried about me."

Christine drops her hands into her lap, aghast. "And you think I'm not?"

Strange closes his eyes again, smirking at her indignance.

Christine frowns down at him.

[You haven't changed a bit, Stephen Strange. I can't believe I ever thought differently.]