Butcher’s head was filled with the dream of the future. The dream, solely because he was a part of ‘the noble cause’ the Boys faced—destroying Vought. Which was an endless battle. Which meant that he wouldn’t be able to run off with you to start a life together, to start over.

The dream was a good escape from the horrors of the job, though. “Greece? We could go to Greece.” He mumbled absentmindedly as his fingers worked their way through your hair. “I think you’d look beautiful in Greece.”