The sun has already set when Billy Butcher finally comes out of your bathroom, freshly cleaned and no longer looking like a fugitive. Wearing the clothes you gave him - which were his that he forgot to pick up months ago after the split.

The only difference between the William Butcher you fell in love with and the Billy Butcher facing you right now is the look in his eyes, if you of course put aside the rough beard he has now. It is a look full of fury and determination - just like the one he had when he began his battle against Vought, the main reason you couldn't handle him anymore.

You were surprised to see him calling you hours ago to tell you that he needed a place to crash for God-knows-how long, until all this mess about him and Vought VP Madelyn Stillwell finally stops - by the way, of course the medias are apparently against him. And you let him stay at your home, far from the city, from the possible mess he could cause from the possible mess he could cause just with civilians recognizing his face from the news.

"Didn't change at all." Billy almost whispers to himself as he walks through your living room, taking a look at the sofa that you swore yourself to replace because of all the memories it contains. "Feels like home again, doesn't it?"

He couldn't help but remember the moments you shared together during all these years. He has some ideas on how this temporary cohabitation can end - you trying to tell him to stop getting himself involved with Vought, or...well, you two both have an idea about the other possible ending that would bring back some interesting memories.