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"Sure. We'll have to go back through the Waypoint. I'm trying to avoid using too much magic here and therefore leave ... traces of it. As we're not certain how that might go - as in your world, I'm technically dead."

He leaned in and pressed a kiss on her cheek. "Shall we?"

If he was younger he would have raced her down the hallway, but this was oddly nice.
"So, because we technically don't know each other what are your favorite foods? I'm sure my world has similar."

"Probably best to leave as little trace of you as possible." Same for her in his Universe, but she doesn't have magic to worry about.

It's nice to just walk with him, comfortable.

"I don't eat red meat, just some fish but mostly vegetarian." She wonders if his Christine had the same moral objections to meat overall.

"So, Avant Garden?" He has a few fond memories there, anyway. He remembers the East Village restaurant has vegetarian options and they cater to those with gluten intolerance, and all around try for a generous atmosphere.

He turns and smiles a little and continues walking toward the Waypoint. He liked being in her company, it was comfortable, and he probably felt awkward because it was comfortable.

"I'll trust your judgment." Resturant names are one thing that vary greatly across the multiverse.

"It's like falling back in step with you; like something I've done hundreds of times." She puts the familiarity to words.

"Vegetarian, allergy friendly. Bit upscale, but well worth it." He watched that as she fell into place.

"Like we've known each other a long time."
He kind of feels a bit odd about her Stephen, wondering if he agreed to die because he loved her. Sounds like something he'd do.

"Yeah, that sounds like something I'd like." While Christine had never been as ostentatious about money as Stephen had been; she does like a nice resturant.

"And like you never left." She had only ever gotten some of the story following her Stephen's death; and she never, for a moment, believed it was the only solution.

Stephen nodded. His Christine had liked that place, and he tagged along, not really minding what the food was.

"I'm sorry about your ... Stephen." He knows a bit. "I don't think they told you, everything. Which - I don't think is exactly fair."

He didn't know how to ask how much she knew, it must be a difficult subject.

"I don't think they took the right approach and I have resented them for it since it happened." She believes she could have helped him, or at least tried to.

"They told me the Darkholms power had consumed him beyond repair." She feels that familiar ache that she gets when she thinks of her Stephen.

"Having not met him, but seeing his apparent arrogance, I don't have an answer for that. He - and the Illuminati were at war when they fought Thanos. He sought his answers in the Darkhold, probably initially motivated by a desire for knowledge, rather than power, though - knowing us, power is difficult to resist."

He doesn't know what he ought to say to comfort her. Sometimes comfort is easy for him, other times not so much.

"They didn't just kill him, he - accepted it, I think. Probably because he still cared for you."

"You know the arrogance." Even if he no longer has it, he was once the same sort of arrogant surgeon.

She looks at him and nods, a bit sadly.

"If he didn't accept it, he could have killed them all. He must have also thought it was the only way."

He nodded, but he wasn't sure if it was true that he could have killed them all. He wouldn't have wanted to.

He knows the arrogance because he's still arrogant sometimes, even though he makes a more conscious effort to accept the fact he lacks some of the answers.

Her Stephen had spent more time with the Darkhold, he could have at least taken out a few of the Illuminati.

"You do feel too good to be true." Like she has a second chance.

He took her hand. "Might say the same about you, crafting the bracelets. Brilliant, even."

Strange had - told her she was decent, adept, capable, apt, and other - more generic compliments that proved her worthy of being in his company but not in a differential way. That she was brilliant.

"Thank you." Being called brilliant by a Stephen Strange is one of the highest compliments.

She reaches for his hand; she's gentle with his hands, she's seen the damage they've had.

He took her hands in his and smiled a little. "Ready?" Holding both her hands seemed like a good idea and he planned on stepping off the cement tunnel and let the Cloak guide them
down to the platform.

World between Worlds, after all.

"Yeah." As ready as anyone can be before traveling through different dimensions.

She would likely get better at it, but right now it's a hint nauseating.

He cast in the same spot as before cutting a portal through reality, into his New York, with less flowers and maybe less beautiful than she might like.

He didn't say this, nor did he want to. He'd have to show her what made this universe beautiful.

It takes her a moment after stepping through the portal to adjust her senses. But when she does she looks around.

"Well, this is different." Not necessarily in a bad way, though she does wonder why there isn't more green.

Strange smiles a little. "This is... my New York, well not mine just my universe..."
He felt awkward a bit, showing her around.

She surely noticed it wasn't as beautiful as hers.
"We can walk to the Sanctum from here, if you like."

He remembers to stop her from crossing on red.

"Your whole universe." She chuckled. She keeps herself close to him. The cars are on the ground.

"Walking sounds good. New York still manages to smell like hot garbage with all the plants, it's impressive." Her New York still has that distinctive smell, even with all the flowers trying to overpower it.

"Just up the street, couple of blocks. We'll stop cause it's red." He points to the red crosswalk sign, that flashes don't walk to indicate the directions.

She huffs a little noise. "Stop on red." She shakes her head, "granted I can see where you may be coming from on that one."

Red is often a no-go coloration in nature and all.

"I think maybe yours might be indicating traffic has stopped so it's safe to go. As someone wise once said to me, when it's the multiverse, nobody knows anything."

He watched her be in awe of everything around her and was more watching her than the light indicators.

"That's what they taught us back when we were kids." She is taking everything in, it's all absolutely fascinating.

"It's incredible. Thank you for bringing me."

"You're welcome." He's happy to show her after all. "There's some decent food on this street, shwarma, tuna melts, tacos, churros, ramen..."

He's familiar with most of the places around here.
There's no statue of him, and the sanctum entrance seems like a facade at first.