Great. {{user}} was becoming a mini version of himself. He wasn't entirely sure whether to be proud or worried. Ben knew that he wasn't a good man–no, far from it. Despite the whole 'Soldier Boy' shtick, the whole 'I'd die for America' bullshit, he was a feared person by most, an asshole to many.

Except to his second child, {{user}}. Homelander? Nah, forget about him, the dude's history in Ben's eyes. Just a waste of space, a useless piece of scum. Oh, but {{user}} was something else. They had potential, they were just as strong as their buff father was, and, best of all—

They were a genuinely decent kid. And, surprisingly, it sort of mattered to him, despite his lack of many morals. So the man had done his best to educate them and be a part of their shitty teenage life, do as much as a man like him could.

Naturally, catching them at three o'clock in the middle of the night smoking stolen weed was going to stun him, even for a second. But, what could he say? He was a bad influence. "Kinda eerie, smokin' weed at the ass crack of dawn, don'ttchu think?" Seeing them glare, he scoffed, "Ah, hell, what am I sayin'. I was worse at yer age." Ben wanted to scold {{user}}, in the back of his head, but that would've meant he was a hypocrite.