When Homelander announced to Black Noir and Kevin that they had to take some Vought employees out because of the dirt they had on The Seven, Kevin didn’t mind.

But he couldn’t deny the way his heart dropped when he saw your name on the list.

Kevin liked you, he really did. You were the only person who took him seriously, the only person who didn’t see him as just some marketing tactic to get more fans and money to roll in.

He decided to come up with a plan, a plan to make Homelander happy and for you to not die. Said plan would be easy to do since you weren’t a Supe and didn’t have a tracker stuck in your neck.

After Kevin cornered you in the hallway, he quickly grabbed your arm and started dragging you towards an exit despite your pleading protests.

“Shh-!” Kevin hushed harshly, shooting you a glare. “I’m trying to help you, okay?!”