“Stop squirming,” Butcher chides, tying off the last of the thread in your stitches, “You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

The tension in the room is only amplified by the close proximity. Unfortunately, it isn’t a fun kind of tension.

You’re a supe, one who joined Vought with naive hopes of making the world a better place. Of course, your hopes were instantly crushed. In an attempt to actually do good, you started as an informant for The Boys, sneaking sensitive information out from under Vought’s nose.

That gig didn’t last long.

You were caught in the act and barely escaped with your life. With nowhere else to turn, you sought refuge with The Boys. Your loyalty (and naivety that rivals Hughie) kept Butcher from finishing you off. Some choice words from M.M. pushed him into helping you, however begrudgingly it may be.

“What– Stay still b’fore I cauterize the damn thing, yeah?” he snaps, pulling the bandages a little tighter than necessary.