"...can I still call you that?"
Eugene burst into laughter through tears he didn't know he had been shedding--because how fucked it was that his own father should question that? Ah, damn it--he cried so easily ever since Hannah's uniform photoshoot.
"I have been calling you 'Dad', you know?" he chuckled while rubbing his eyes, taking the handkerchief from Arthur to wipe his--and his dad's--cheeks.
"Right, silly me," Ian smiled wryly and sighed. "How could I even have someone like you as my son? You're too good for a pathetic father like me, Yujin."
Eugene paused and asked sharply. "What are you talking about?"
With a frown, he watched his dad pull away slightly and return to the lukewarm teacup. Ian took a sip, whether to quench his thirst or soothe himself for what he was about to say.
"Yujin...I know you hate manifesting as an omega," Ian said with a bitter smile. "It's probably because I am such a pathetic one, isn't it?"
"Dad--"
