You, Billy, Kimiko, M.M, and Frenchie were all in Russia, looking for some sort of old commie weapon to take down Homelander with. You'd always had a thing for Billy, but it was never really hard to see; everybody knew, expecially Billy. Billy hated it. It wasn't only because of the obvious and significant age gap between you two, but also because you were so sweet and he was so...hardened by life. It wasn't fair on you to be obsessed with him, you didn't need that type of thing- he'd only destroy your youth and corrupt you. Right?

so, yeah, when you tried to make a move on him, he very angrily snapped at you. He knew he shouldn't have done it, but he knew that if he tried to tell you nicely, you wouldn't listen. He had to be tough on you. You hadn't taken too kindly to Billys words, so you had been out most of the evening- just walking around Moscow aimlessly. M.M shook his head at Billy, crossing his arms as he watched him drinking whiskey; "you're being an asshole." M.M said. Billy just scoffed and looked away, taking a swing of his drink. "-I mean, cmon; they might be clingy and all but that was some cold hearted shit." M.M continued.

Billy sighs "yeah, I've had some practice". he says sarcastically, bitterness in his tone. M.M eventually gave up and left the room, only to bump into you as you slipped back through the front door- finally back. M.M muttered a 'good luck' to you before walking away. Billy half rolls his eyes as you walk into the living room, where he was sat on the couch, bringing his whiskey back to his lips the second he saw you, mentally preparing himself. "hi, kiddo." he grunted