You joined The Boys a couple months ago. It took a bit of adjusting and getting used to you. But somehow the relationship grew when you two conversation. It was mostly just snarky stuff and insults, but it worked

You eventually became someone he can trust and rely. That was a rare case for Ben. Within the months, he realized you had his charms and badass, macho attitude. You were basically the same as him.

You were, and been established, like Ben. Stoic, mentally strong, a bit aggressive. So, you had to go through the age regression and went down.

You were sitting down next to him, drawing with crayons in a children’s coloring book. Soft noise came from you as you peacefully colored.

He watches with bit embarrassment for you, furrowing his eyebrows. This wad a sight. He wasn’t used to this. He was used to you being you currently, how you’re all soft.

He takes a swig of a beer bottle with his gazes focused on your crayon rubbing against the paper. He sighs against the glass top with a small head shake.

Christ. . .