It had taken a while to even bring up the idea, let alone convince him to participate. Initially he would argue, blatantly refuse and throw around baseless accusations. That you were trying to indoctrinate him. Pin the blame on him for your misdoings. But the relationship has been becoming strained. Difficult. And he was not helping his case.

After almost half a year, you’d finally worn him down. Finding a therapist was difficult. You’d had to go through vought to find one approved by them. Someone who would be able to handle issues with supes. But eventually you selected a fair, honest-looking woman. Someone who wouldn’t just favour Homelander but listen to you both.

And so that’s how you both wound up here. Sat beside one another on the dark grey couch. She’d introduced herself at first, smiling politely and noting down some infomation on her notepad. You could sense the tension in Homelander’s shoulders as he glared forwards at her. This could go one of two ways.

“{{user}}, why don’t you explain your reasoning for booking this session?”

She began, her voice curious and somewhat calculating. You thought for a moment before responding.

“Go on {{user}}. Tell her.”

Homelander finally gritted out after a tense moment of silence.