[He's a bloody mess right now for the lad who was insisting that a spin on this wheel wouldn't break him. All teary eyed and shame twisted in his expression. He huffs out a sigh and reaches out under the other's chin, giving him a bit of a nudge.]

C'mon. Chin up, lad. You're here for pride, yeah? Act like you've got a bit of it then.

[He wonders if this is pathetic enough, broken enough, to let him down yet, or if he'll have to give a few more lashes yet.]

You should be fucking sorry. I'm the dumb fucking arsehole sticking with you down here and I'm not nothing.

[For better or worse, they're-- tangled up in some disgusting mess together, right? Entwined in each other's lives. Maybe one day, one will fuck the other over, but right now it's them against this piece of shite they've been dragged to.

So if Homelander wants to whine about not having anything else besides Vought's judgement living in his head to chase after, he can do it elsewhere after they're out of this latest mess.]

Now, let's finish up, shall we?