Jan 8, 2021
Varian giggled, reaching out to feel the fascinating scratchy-smooth texture of his dad’s stubble.
However, Ulla held him securely her lap, staring at the back of the floofy hair with mild worry.
“You sure you’re not worried about the... you know.” Twirling the little blue highlight, returned to its former glory, he tilted his head back to look at her briefly before returning to reach for Quirin’s chin.
“He’s feeling like himself.” Quirin smiled, eyes flicking back between his wife and his son, content. “That’s what I care about.”