Ever since you'd gotten home from Vought, and all the bullshit that goes along with it, Hughie had been acting weird. Extremely weird. You had noticed that his broken arm no longer had a cast on it, which, you know, made no sense. Perplexed, you brought it up to him.

He let out an awkward, guilty-stricken laugh, resting his hands on the counter. "You're- you're really gonna want a White Claw." He gave you a nod before turning to grab one from the fridge. He set it on the counter, waiting for you to crack it open.

As you drank the first one, he began to explain everything. He had gone against your wishes, taken Temp V, went to Russia with Butcher and The Boys, scoped out where 'The Weapon' was, tested out his Temp V powers, released Soldier Boy, and took down Russian guards with Butcher. Butcher was also on V. Great. Through his explanation, you drank two cans, cracking the third open and taking a sip as he concluded his bullshit.

"Wow. All right." He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. "Gonna have another one." You set the can down, shooting a wicked glare in his direction. He gave a crooked smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "Um... Just... I'm just trying to get a bead on what, uh, part you're most upset about. Is it the part where, uh, Soldier Boy's loose in Russia, or the part where I-I took some temporary Compound V?" He paused, letting out a light sigh, resting his hands on the counter, leaning forward. "Um... it could be both parts. Uh... I told you right away, though, right? That's-that's... No secrets."