[There's an annoyed grunt at that, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. Maybe there were misunderstandings on both sides, or maybe not.]

What are you talking about? I wasn't fucking let down. [Not by the crying, at least. He's still pissed about he Vought shite, however Homelander meant it.

He huffs out a sigh, quiet for a moment.]

God's the biggest cunt there is. Here, back home. Any-fucking-where you go. He can sit by and watch all the little kiddies suffering, but he turns up his nose at us, eh? [His fingers continue to pet through Homelander's hair idly, despite the frustration just underneath his skin.]

I didn't want to do that shit. [He can think of plenty of ways to leave Homelander crying or punished, but-- he hadn't wanted to do that. There'd been no real release in it, just this-- sick, twisted churning in his gut in the end of it.]

Seems you were more worried about what Vought thought of you than what me or God did though.

[Maybe he's being unfair, but he's still irked by it in ways he doesn't particularly like to delve into.]