Homelander lifts his arms, letting Billy liberate him from his shirt. There's a troubled furrow to his brow as he meets Billy's gaze, and a clear message written on his face: he's completely unwilling to accept a future devoid of ass touching.
"I'll know," he insists quietly. "I won't forget."
Memories are just... what? Electric pulses in the brain? That's nothing. Butcher's got a much deeper hold on him than that. He's in his bones, his sinews -- in all the wet, disgusting parts of him.
"Mm... " He wants to believe that. But have they been that lucky so fucking far? Or have they just been yanked around like rag dolls here and there? He doesn't exactly want to forget this shite either. Funny how that hit him like a sack of bricks. He doesn't want to forget--
What they've got here. What they've done.
"You gonna remind me if I do, love?" He asks after a moment, leaning just a little bit closer.
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"I'll know," he insists quietly. "I won't forget."
Memories are just... what? Electric pulses in the brain? That's nothing. Butcher's got a much deeper hold on him than that. He's in his bones, his sinews -- in all the wet, disgusting parts of him.
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What they've got here. What they've done.
"You gonna remind me if I do, love?" He asks after a moment, leaning just a little bit closer.