[Oh, Steven. Quentin gives Steven's hand another small squeeze, and one of his wings very carefully drapes over the other man's shoulder. It's the best version of a hug Quentin can do without letting go.]

Hey, honey, no. [The endearment slips out before he can think about it.] No, you're not a joke. It means that you came from somewhere loved. That's gotta mean something, right? It's... I don't know how to talk about this kinda thing, but- it's your experience either way. Your life. This is your life here. Marc's just... showing up late to it, this time.

[He goes quiet for a moment, before deciding to give Steven another piece of things. One of those last remaining 'secrets' he's got.]

My uncle liked doing voices for fun. Does that mean he was a joke? Nah. You aren't either. Just means that something stuck. Was appreciated.