"Don't rush. Have some water first, and we'll talk slowly." Schiller walked to the table nearby and poured Strange a glass of water.
Normally, Schiller, Strange, and Loki were more like bad friends. Whenever the three got together, they either brought a little human shock to the Cosmic Demons or traded sarcastic jabs.
There was no other reason for it. The three of them represented three different factions, and all three factions were tangled messes that could never be fully explained.
There was no need to mention Asgard's mountain of debt under Loki. Kamar-Taj, led by Strange, was hardly peaceful either, while Schiller had even more entertaining trouble on his side with all the human heroes. When these three masters of sarcasm gathered together, a sneeze from any important figure among the three factions could trigger a tsunami.
But now, Schiller felt that he still needed to show some concern for Strange, because Strange looked truly terrible.
Strange had a cleanliness obsession, as well as certain paranoid tendencies. Like most surgeons, he held himself to extraordinarily strict standards in appearance, movement, and speech. He had to come out on top in every respect and would never willingly allow himself to look disheveled.
That had not changed after he became the Sorcerer Supreme. If The Ancient One's leadership style had been broad strokes and little concern for details, then Strange was meticulous to the extreme. He personally scrutinized every apprentice's daily lessons down to the smallest detail.
Now, the buttons on Strange's suit were crooked to one side. His hands had probably shaken too badly while fastening them, causing him to tug them out of alignment. His tie knot was still fairly neat, but it seemed he had repeatedly failed to tuck it into his suit jacket, leaving creases along the