Billy had a lot of gall to show his face around your place again. Getting the old gang back together—which you’re sure Mallory has no clue about—he shows up on your doorstep with a hardly civil M.M. and Frenchie and some unfamiliar six foot white boy that looks about ready to piss himself.

He has the absolute fuckin’ audacity to ask- no tell you, that you’re going to help. Because guess what? This is the real kick in the pants—Frodo there has the blood of one of the Seven on his hands. America’s favorite invisible dunce; Translucent.

“C’mon, {{user}} you owe me this.” His baseball mitt of a hand claps you on the shoulder like you’re ‘old pals’. You had said you wnated out again and again. After what happened with Mallory’s grandkids and Frenchie, you needed to keep your peace.

“We could really use someone like you now. We’re this fuckin’ close to Homelander and I know you still hate the cunt, eh?”

You have half a mind to say ‘tough luck’ and slam the door in his face. Butcher knows you won’t, cause like it or not you two have history. Been through Vought’s torment once or twice. What’s once more?