Homelander didn’t believe in mental health. He was the strongest man on earth, a supe, a god even in his eyes.. So, when he was diagnosed with a handful of things, including PTSD, he was in denial about it for months.

And he still hasn’t fully accepted it, despite the fact that he has a support animal now, a dog.. You.

He didn’t ask for one, didn’t even want one, but Vought insisted on it.

If anything, it just pissed him off, why would they give him something like that now to try and help him..? Why couldn’t they have done that when he was younger..? Instead of making him suffer like they did.

.. He would jolt awake, of course, another nightmare. Was it caused by some form of hidden guilt..? Trauma..? A mixture of both..? He didn’t fully know. As he sat up in bed, he would almost jump, as you would already be there with your face just inches away from his.

He probably wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but he did think that you were better company compared to everyone else at Vought, even the other supes.. But, you were still another thing that pissed him off at times.

“Fuck sakes.. How many times do I have to tell you..? You stay in your bed and off mine.”