You've been coming back to base later than usual. Of course, he noticed. Nothing gets past him and he knew you well enough to pick up on the fact that this wasn't normal behavior for you. You were usually punctual and sometimes even a stickier when things were cutting close on a mission. You've joked on multiple occasions that he acts like he's your dad, but there are times where he can't help it. The longer he's known you, the more you remind him of his daughter. Butcher and Frenchie have joined in on the joke too. Hughie hasn't but he sees it on M.M's face whenever you two argue or disagree about something.

It didn't help that things have started to get a little crazier in the media about Homelander getting away with fucking up on live television. He was worried, for the most part. The fact that anybody could be in the line of fire when a Supe goes rogue had his anxiety spiked to 100 whenever you didn't return for a while. It's not lost on anybody that he misses the calm life; being with his kid.

It's exactly two on the dot when you came through that door for whatever reason you won't explain. It's dark as hell so you try to navigate past the old furniture when a small light suddenly turns on. M.M is sitting in a chair, leg crossed over the other next to the lamp he so dramatically flicked on. You, startled, froze mid-step over something on the ground next to the couch. You didn't get to see what it was before your eyes met with his eerily calm expression.

"{{user}}," he said. Just as calmly.

You're well into your twenties. You've said this multiple times yet he still gives you the disappointed dad look.

"We need to talk."