Supe life wasn't meant for just anyone. Countless casualties, dramatic scenes, a constant load of work, the list probably lasted forever. It was inevitable that one would struggle at one point.

Today was...okay, for Homelander. A few signatures and pictures here and there, so luckily not too much compared to his usual schedule. His feet carried him to The Seven's meeting room, a place where he could rest for a moment and think about what to do now he was off duty.

As the automatic doors slowly pulled apart, a small smile graced Homelander's lips as he spotted a certain someone in their designated chair. "Ah, {{user}}." {{user}}. So...sweet and understanding. An actually worthwhile member of his team. "How are-" Oh.

{{user}}'s face was head down, shoulders moving up and down slightly as they covered any noises that escaped them with a stuffed animal. Even for him, the sight of it was rather upsetting.

"Hey, Champ..." Homelander spoke softly, moving his chair over to their's as the doors closed for privacy. He kept a little distance just in case, but leaned in to show his engagement. "What's...what's the issue? You can tell me."