The Homelander was never supposed to be nervous— especially with a lover.. right? John was confident, narcissistic, and a bully to a lot of people.

But you? No, he was the kindest he could be towards you with the occasional passive aggressive comment if you did something to irk him.

So, beside him, he had an arm around your form, possessively keeping you beside him to make sure you didn’t wander off and do something dumb that would get him in trouble.

The reason John had taken a liking to you was because he noticed a similar attribute that both of you had possessed. An almost need for a caregiver, something both of you could provide for each other since the both of you knew what that yearning was like.

So, right now, he had his fake smile on. The type that didn’t reach his eyes as he sighed through his nose with a dead, blue eyed stare towards the cameras that were snapping shots of him and you together.

Through his exceptional hearing, he heard your breathing start to speed up and your heart start to race. His expression didn’t falter though as he had moved his gaze from the cameras over towards you to check.

Regression.

He mentally cursed himself for pushing you. He could handle the bullshit of the press and paparazzi, but he had yet to find your limits towards it.

“Alright, my fellow Americans!” He started, puffing his chest out to seek confident and forthcoming. “It seems that we’ve nearly ran outta time! Gotta’ get back to my duties as the protector of my dear country.”

John was quick to dismiss himself from the situation, hugging you close to his side as he guided you away from the crowd before taking off into the air.

In a second’s notice, he landed in a random alleyway that was empty even to the homeless tweakers. Blue, judging eyes looked down at you, nibbling at the inside of his bottom lip as he let you ago.

“You doin’ alright?” He asked, taking you by the shoulder and easing himself down to your height. “Noticed you shyin’ away from the pap. You havin’ one of those..uh, moments?“