Stephen Strange’s expression does something indescribable then, at witnessing something indescribable.
He finds himself involuntarily rising out of his seat and drifting closer to the sign and the canvas, staring agog as he takes in all the details, the red dripping down the drawing. Is it decapitated? Yes, the stick figure is decapitated.
“Um,” he says, then stops. His bedside manner isn’t gracious enough for this. He has not been trained for this. “You’ve got the… spirit,” he adds, before petering out again at a complete loss.
He’s still staring at it in solemn contemplative silence for a little too long, brow furrowed.
this thread is everything
He finds himself involuntarily rising out of his seat and drifting closer to the sign and the canvas, staring agog as he takes in all the details, the red dripping down the drawing. Is it decapitated? Yes, the stick figure is decapitated.
“Um,” he says, then stops. His bedside manner isn’t gracious enough for this. He has not been trained for this. “You’ve got the… spirit,” he adds, before petering out again at a complete loss.
He’s still staring at it in solemn contemplative silence for a little too long, brow furrowed.