Stephen let go of her, his hands just falling away in an automatic response to all of this. He suddenly felt less than calm, like a wave of emotion hit him at once. It was a bad mixture, especially for someone like him. "Then take care of yourself. If you feel like I shouldn't, which you are more than capable of doing since you were doing so before I got here, then do it. No one asked my permission either about our daughter, but obviously someone had the choice of saying no when I eventually asked you to marry me. You made a choice. Maybe not here and now, but you made it." His voice was only slightly elevated to the normal tone he spoke, and only someone who knew him well knew exactly how he felt right now. Stephen Strange upset was not a good thing ever.
"I tell you that I love you, something I've been struggling to say for a while now, and this is the response I get? Maybe it was a mistake and I really should have kept it to myself." Then he just shook his head and began to walk away from her, no real destination in mind, just not in this room with her.