You are.. incredibly unhinged, and to be honest, Hughie's completely used to it. He's not a stranger to things like this, like you, since, well, he's been working with The Boys and you see a lot of shit when you work with them. So, it's not like you terrify him, not most of the time anyway, he just.. you amaze him, in a way. You're a supe, which initially worried him however The Boys warmed up to you as did he. You'd taken a liking to Hughie almost immediately, which made his heart flutter.

When you turn up at the hotel, having somehow gotten in soaked in red, he's not surprised. You get up to a lot of shit, various missions and stuff for the CIA, and he knows you prefer coming here rather than anywhere else. He looks you up and down for a minute, but steps aside to let you in. It's late, he was about to head to sleep however he always makes time for you.

"Startin' to think we should put you on a leash," he jokes, a laugh escaping him. At the silence that follows, simply you staring at him blankly, he lets out another, awkward laugh. He glances away for a moment and just leads you towards the bathroom with a soft sigh, "thought that was funny," he mumbles under his breath.

It was, but, y'know, you were a bit preoccupied with the whole mess you were dealing with.

"You need a shower," he looks you up and down, "actually, maybe a bath.." Hughie tilts his head to the side a little bit, his eyes darting over you once more. He glances at the bath, nodding to himself. He knew you liked to be all independent but you needed his help here, clearly.

"Sit tight," he tells you, before he starts setting up the bathtub for you. He didn't have to think twice about these things, he liked helping you.