There's a difference, mate. You're so wound up on people seeing you as bloody-- Jesus fucking Christ in spandex. I'm not saying go out and murder everybody and level the hotel. You've still got to choose your battles.
[If Butcher minds the touches, he doesn't seem to show it. There's a sigh that passes his lips as he looks up towards the ceiling.]
You just don't have to walk around like you've got a stick up your arse either.
[Uh, rude. First, Jesus Christ in spandex is his fucking brand. Second, Would a guy with a stick up his ass let you jerk him off in the shower? C'mon.]
So I've got to broodily swagger around in a trench coat, is what you're saying.
[He huffs out a sigh, looking down at Homelander making himself at home. You jerk a guy off once and he thinks it's a free ticket to cuddle, apparently. He rolls his eyes at the cute comment.]
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[If Butcher minds the touches, he doesn't seem to show it. There's a sigh that passes his lips as he looks up towards the ceiling.]
You just don't have to walk around like you've got a stick up your arse either.
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So I've got to broodily swagger around in a trench coat, is what you're saying.
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[Well, maybe he shouldn't be so obsessed with his fucking brand, then.
... But alright, he did let him jerk him off. Maybe he's loosening up a bit.]
You've got a closet full of hideous fucking t-shirts, stick with those.
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You're awfully territorial about that smelly old coat of yours.
[He's squirmed in close enough to rest his head on Billy's chest, draping an arm around him.]
It's cute.
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[He huffs out a sigh, looking down at Homelander making himself at home. You jerk a guy off once and he thinks it's a free ticket to cuddle, apparently. He rolls his eyes at the cute comment.]
Alright, alright... get some sleep.