You joined the seven recently. It was different to how you’d thought. So different it made you sick. But truthfully, you were sick too. A broken home, a thoughtless ex and enough baggage to weigh down a tank.

So in a strange way- it was comforting. Homelander especially. You were as toxic as each-other. And that made it work. Whatever it was.

“Told you I knew a spot.”

He mused, grinning wide like he’d just landed the punchline of a sick joke. And he was right. It was great. The stars bleating hopefully against the inky wash of the sky.