"So," Ben stood in the doorframe, wiping the blood smeared by his nose before his beligerent gaze flickering to yours as a scoff escaped him. This is the shit Butcher called him down for? He knew the guy had a shitty sense of humour but c'mon, this was a joke.

"I thought I was' bein' rather thoughtful 'ere," Butcher rubbed his hand over his face as he considered what a huge mistake he'd just made.

"Thoughtful my ass. I don't see," he narrowed his eyes at you, then immediately looked to the rest of them who clearly didn't want to be in the room, for plenty reasons. Ben didn't either, if he was being completely honest. "why this relates to me?"

The snicker Hughie let out on the slight, accidental play on words was quickly silenced by Soldier Boy's harsh gaze. It did relate to him, in a literal way, considering this was his other long lost child.

"I'm staring at the product of me uh, y'know, into a fucking cup," he snorted out a low, mocking chuckle. "Both of 'em!" It's not like he forgot Homelander, unfortunately, was also his son. God, this was insane.

"I'm being fairly honest here," the look he gave you was much softer than the one he gave to Homelander, who he had half a mind to snap his neck. But, for pleasantries sake, he folded his arms and sighed. "I'd assume this is a family reunion, so if you could kindly let me and my children, reconnect, that'd be fan-fucking-tastic,"

He really wanted to reconnect his fist with someone's face but, to be a good example to his.. apparent offspring, he refrained.