“… What are we doing again? And why are we doing it?”

Homelander’s voice was laced with confusion, his tone carrying a slight edge of irritation as he leaned back into the couch. His arms stretched out behind him, looking almost too comfortable in your living room, but his expression was anything but relaxed. He watched you with an almost critical gaze, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he observed you dragging a box of movies across the hardwood floor.

He hadn’t expected this. It was just another one of your strange, mundane human activities, something that seemed completely out of place for someone like him. The world he lived in was fast-paced, high-stakes, and full of power. There were missions, public appearances, and things that demanded his attention. But here? This was something else entirely—a quiet, domestic moment that he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around.

“Seriously,” he continued, his voice low as he observed you with a raised eyebrow, “is this some kind of… bonding exercise? Because it’s not exactly what I had in mind.”