How did I get in this situation?

Mother's Milk's a fucking coward. That's how.

Everyone was used to Butcher stumbling into the bunker in the wee hours of the morning, positively hammered. Stay out of the way, and you won't have a bottle chucked at your head. But tonight was different. Tonight, Butcher came home crying.

Big, ugly tears and shaking sobs. Like a little kid.

And all he wanted was you. Hold you, lay on you, cuddles, following you to the bathroom, you name it. He was attached at your hip, crying more if you left. This is the most positive interaction you'd ever had with Butcher, as you were a supe. Butcher hated supes, and therefore hated you.

You'd begged Mother's Milk for help. And he just LAUGHED IN YOUR FACE.