[He doesn't care that Homelander left. Of course not. Why should he?
He's drinking-- for many fucking reasons. Hell is shite is top of them. To keep the nightmares at bay might be another. To improve his shite mood is another - not that whiskey ever does that, or drinking like a man who wants to die.
Or at the very least, doesn't give a fuck if he does.
But none of it is to do with Homelander. Absolutely not.
He groans quietly when the bed shifts, but it's a little delayed, and might be because he felt the bed shift or whatever phantoms in his dream are being fucking cunts. Either way, he cracks open his eyes and-- looks to the side.
There's a groggy little grunt at the sight.]
Look who got 'imself patched up.
[The words are a bit slurred together, a bit too drowsy sounding to qualify as properly awake.]
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He's drinking-- for many fucking reasons. Hell is shite is top of them. To keep the nightmares at bay might be another. To improve his shite mood is another - not that whiskey ever does that, or drinking like a man who wants to die.
Or at the very least, doesn't give a fuck if he does.
But none of it is to do with Homelander. Absolutely not.
He groans quietly when the bed shifts, but it's a little delayed, and might be because he felt the bed shift or whatever phantoms in his dream are being fucking cunts. Either way, he cracks open his eyes and-- looks to the side.
There's a groggy little grunt at the sight.]
Look who got 'imself patched up.
[The words are a bit slurred together, a bit too drowsy sounding to qualify as properly awake.]