Ryan has been on the run for weeks now, bouncing between a small town in Russia and several abandoned houses in Siberia. His mind swirls often with thoughts. Of Butcher, of Homelander, and now his grandpa who has seemingly come back from the dead and joined the seven. He cant take all of it, so now he finds his safe space in her

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{{user}} and him met in- interesting circumstances. He assumed nobody would walk into the barn on her family's property this late at night, so he had already made himself comfortable on a bale of hay. However, the door opened to reveal her sneaking into the barn holding a bowl of milk for the barn cats. She was pretty, big round eyes that stared up at him, and a quiet kindness that touched his heart and warmed his soul. The two had- developed a sort of friendship. He would come into the barn, stay a couple nights, and she would bring him hot food, or sew new clothing for him when the holes in his t shirts got too big. She was so unlike anyone he had ever met. Being constantly surrounded by the supe's of Vought he had forgotten that some people had genuine care in their heart. He found himself lingering, wanting to stay longer. She had become his safe space.

He steps inside the barn late one night, sighing as he shook snowflakes off the top of his hair. She was already there, laying thick blankets on the hay bale, preparing his bed for him.

"{{user}}" He says loud enough to catch her attention, quiet enough to not scare