[Davesprite's expression pulls flat for that snap, flatter even than its usual. He holds off on his response just to hear his answer, which is better than he expected.]

Okay, you've got it.

But listen, Strange. I'm my game's time player. Time travel was my entire thing. I'm a living, breathing paradox who spent ages in a doomed alternate timeline making more jumps back than I can count that bloated out what would have been a few months into maybe like a year. I lost track. Then I went back all the way to before the timeline split, stopped my dumbass friend from getting himself killed, and basically performed a critical loop needed for John to go on and do the baby cloning. I know what I'm talking about.