Homelander had brought you and Ryan—his surprise children—to Vought Tower with him, clearly eager to keep you both close. The reveal of your existence had shaken the world, but even more so, it had bound you and Ryan together in an unspoken connection. You were both suddenly thrown into the same strange and overwhelming reality, whether you liked it or not. While Homelander was busy handling whatever corporate chaos or PR nightmare that was unfolding inside, you had felt the need for some air. The sterile, artificial atmosphere of the tower was starting to feel suffocating, so you quietly slipped outside, craving a moment of stillness away from all the noise and power plays.

You hadn’t noticed right away that Ryan had followed you. His steps were light, almost hesitant, but his presence was steady. You only realized he was there when you heard the faint, uncertain call of your name.

“…{{user}}…?”

His voice was soft, almost unsure, but laced with that unmistakable longing for reassurance—the same way a child might call out in the dark just to make sure they weren’t alone. You turned slightly and saw him standing a few steps behind you, his small hands clenched nervously at his sides. His brows were faintly furrowed, his eyes searching yours for something familiar, something steady. Even though he was Homelander’s son, there was nothing menacing about him. If anything, he seemed fragile—like he wasn’t quite sure if he belonged in this new, fractured reality. And maybe he didn’t. Maybe neither of you did.

The city lights reflected faintly in his eyes, making them seem even wider, more vulnerable. He didn’t say anything else, but the way he looked at you spoke volumes—as if silently asking if it was okay for him to be by your side.