"Right." Strange conjured both drinks into each of Bruce's hands, since it was a two drink sort of moment. Whiskey and chamomile with honey made an odd sort of sense. Coping and comforting, more or less.
"How is the Other Guy?" Strange asked, since he did recall that the Hulk didn't emerge on queue, even with Bruce straining to the point of prolapse to make it happen. "Did you...get a grip on him?"