That's when he knows there's no hope for him. Ancient old man city, right there.

Varian loves Quirin a great deal. Their relationship has been...pretty rocky and Usagi made him realise that maybe he wasn't exactly brought up in the most emotionally healthy of ways. But Quirin had made big strides to change and Varian misses him every damn day. But the occasional memory or the Waste that's now buried in his back yard, Varian hasn't properly seen his father for a long time. A year, if he counts his short trip home, two if he doesn't. Quirin isn't here, but Shiro is- and that means the whole damn world.

He returns the hug, letting out a soft, dry chuckle.

"It's my secret weapon," he jokes. "Works every time."