What?

[Fucking seriously? You can't blow a guy and then bring up shite like that. Feelings or whatever Homelander's getting at. His jaw tightens for a moment.

That's not an easy fucking question to answer, especially when he's still trying to reconcile this little fucking puppy with the cunt he ended up marrying and all the fucking sins between them.

Sins this one doesn't even carry or know about yet, in some cases.

Butcher isn't a good enough man to care if he doesn't share them... almost. But it's a wee bit complicated when whatever little bit of conscience he's got left reminds him that this is a lad that's been raised and abused in a lab, made into what he is as much as Butcher was shaped into the raging cunt he is.]

I don't like my hand fucking forced. [He decides after a moment.] If I'm gonna do something, I want it to be because I bloody well decided to do it, lad, and for the reasons I decide. Not just getting a fucking barbed whip in my hand and punishing you because some cunt up above says you've been naughty and need a bit of a spanking.

[It isn't that simple though, is it?]

Why the hell did you wander off, then? If we're sharing and caring.