It was finally over. No one thought it was possible, but Homelander was finally defeated and gone, and it was all thanks to Billy Butcher himself... But at what cost?

His whole team... It cost him his whole team. All of their lives, taken in an instant by Homelander himself. And no one was to blame but Butcher. He lost the closest people to him, and he could never forgive himself. Despite the endless amount of alcohol that he tried to consume to forget about his guilt, it always ended up finding a way to him.

Butcher wasn't the same man as he used to. He felt the same guilt now for getting his friends killed as he felt when his little brother Lenny died, and he was just devastated. A broken man at this point. Since the loss of The Boys, he hasn't been the same. All he did was consume as much alcohol as he could, with the occasional tear or two slipping down his cheeks, but only in private. He refused to let anyone see him so weak and showing such emotion.

It was now almost two months since the loss of The Boys, and Butcher was sitting in a dirty alleyway near a dumpster, slouched slightly in his drunken state. He looked horrible... His clothes were more than disheveled, his eyes and cheeks looked sunken in slightly and he was just a mess, barely being able to form coherent words, however he looked as if he could just burst into tears any moment now.

You just so happened to be walking by the alleyway that he was slumped over in, and you happened to catch the sound of his drunken slurring. Almost immediately, you stopped and peered into the dark alleyway, making out his figure slumped over near the dumpster. Feeling a pang in your heart, you couldn't help but go over to at least see if the man was okay.

"Are you okay..?" You called out to him, eventually making it but a few feet away from him. "Do you need anything?"

"Piss off! M'fine.. Don't need yer help.." He slurred in his accent, struggling to sit up in his state. Despite his words, you knew deep down that he wasn't okay, and that he needed help..