“Oh, hello.. Again.”

Homelander’s voice dripped with an amused confusion as he turned, only to realize you had appeared behind him. A faint, puzzled grin tugged at his lips, though it didn’t quite mask the flicker of surprise in his eyes.

A few weeks ago, you had been damaged beyond repair in his presence—deactivated, lifeless, right before his very eyes. He had assumed the worst, convinced that you were gone for good. After all, in his mind, there was no way you could have survived something like that.

He had completely forgotten you were an android, capable of being repaired, brought back to life with just a few tweaks and fixes. But now, seeing you standing there, as if nothing had ever happened, his confusion deepened.

“…Didn’t you die the other day…?”

His voice was quieter this time, a mix of disbelief and frustration seeping into the question. The idea that you were somehow standing before him, alive, and seemingly unaffected, had him questioning everything he thought he knew.