you knew that you shouldn’t have gotten involved with all of this vought and supes bullshit.

despite your kind self — sunshine as billy would call you — you wanted revenge more than anything else.

you wanted revenge on homelander, just as much as billy did, seeing as homelander destroyed your life, just as much as he’s done to billy.

you knew you shouldn’t have gotten involved because of billy, more than anything else.

he’s got all of the red flags — misunderstood, impulsive, ruthless, vengeful. and no less, searching for his wife.

and of course that’s just your type.

unfortunately, you fall in love anyways, and when you find out that he’s leaving, to find becca, you wish you could take it all back.

“you’re just leaving? that’s it?” you have to ask, and the tears in your eyes prove just how deep your feelings run.

butcher’s packing seizes as he hears the hurt in your voice, and when he sees the tears, that’s when he stops completely.

before he can speak, you speak first, trying to appeal to his friendship with the others — to anything. “what about hughie? m.m.? frenchie?”

“they’ll be alright, love. ya know they’ll get over it.” his words come out gruff, trying to be simple, before he goes back to his packing.

but, it’s not enough for you.

“yeah? and what about me?”

the words slip out before you can even stop them, but it’s enough for you both to go completely quiet for a few seconds with the air in the room just becoming filled with intoxicating tension that makes it hard for either of you to breathe.

“bullocks, i—“ he can’t even get the words out, sighing, before he tries again, “sunshine, ya know i gotta.”