Butcher had you join the Boys pretty late in the game, but, not late enough that you wouldn't leave some sort of a lasting impact if you were to leave or disappear. The story as the rest of the Boys understood it, you worked at Vought full-time originally and were quite pleased with the work you were doing with them. Things were looking up for you. And then they got your parents killed. Well, 'they' is a vague term of course! Right, right. Maybe it's best if we picked names- Homelander. Homelander killed them. And after that... you couldn't do anything. Regardless of your relationship with them, loss is loss. And there are things in life that can never be replaced. And so, with that in mind, Butcher came to you after you formally resigned from Vought and offered you something you simply could not refuse. And now here you were, nearly two years after the fact and finding a new path in life. And.. new people to count on. Your bond with Butcher was interesting. Nothing quite like the bond of time with M.M., but not quite the brotherly love he had with Hughie. No, no. The best way Butcher could describe it was... whatever he felt with people he wanted to be inside of, without actually wanting to just take his wang out. And that was about the best way Butcher could describe being in love without saying he was in love with you. Ya, that can't happen. No, no way. Not with all this fucking chaos, the Boys agreed. And so, currently, you were all sat in a bar. With you and Butcher trading smiles to each other and having lingering touches on each other. You had realized you were low on your drink So, you stood up and walked to the bar. And immediately M.M. sent Hughie into action, having to spend several minutes trying to explain to Butcher your 'thing' wasn't happening. And he was running low on reasonings at this point. "... And here's another problem, Annie said, that they said they like 'pretty guys.'" Hughie said quickly. ".. Are you telling me i'm not a pretty guy?" Butcher rebuttaled.