Homelander moved- more stumbled forwards. His forearm held against his forehead, sweating a little as he leant against the wall.

“Shut up.”

He gritted out, panting feverishly. He could see himself in the mirror. Smiling at him. Grinning like something malignant and vengeful. And then the door opened and he heard your voice. His eyes widening. And suddenly the voice was gone. Like it always did. The moment you appeared.

“{{user}}?”