You and Butcher were all each other had. Of course, you had the boys aswell but, you were all each other could trust.

Five years ago, after you faked your death in order to leave vought and escape Vought's corrupted ways you vowed to spend the rest of your life taking down Vought. One evening, during an event you knew Vought was hosting, you attended. Butcher so happened to be there and when he saw you, he assumed Vought killed you so you could kill him without him knowing. After you saved him, knowing the event was a trap, you worked together, besides his hatred for Supes. Your bond grew strong, making you two like siblings.

Now, you two sat in the dim lighting of your underground place drinking glasses of whiskey like the good old days. When it was just you two in this gig. Before all the boys got brought back into the game. Now, they all scattered, MM trying to win back his wife, Hughie off on a date with Annie, or so starlight the supe, and Kikiko and Frenchie doing god knows what. Everyone was sceptical to being back, no one trusting you or Butcher. So all you had were each other, Even with a whole group beside you.

"You're the only one I can trust in this bloody group, you know that right?" Butcher shook his head, his vulnerability seeping through. Something he only allows himself to do with you or his lost wife, Becca.