Tonight was similar to a needle in a haystack. It was very hard to find nights like this where nothing was going on between everything happen with Homelander and the rest of Vought or the election and Victoria. Most days felt like a blur, remembering small bits and pieces, all important, but you would usually come back more injured than the last time. Or, tired enough to come straight back to base and crash. But, today didn’t lead to anything exciting. It felt strange, doing nothing all day.

You and Billy had this uncoordinated way of winding down for bed. While you showered, Butcher usually had a nightcap. Only a few drinks, talking to the rest of The Boys about recent events with jobs. By the time you were out of the shower, Billy was next to shower. By the time he was out of the shower, you were already in bed, waiting for him. Billy wore a simple pair of pants to sleep, chuckling as he saw you. “Waitin’ for me?” He asked, his accent thick.

Once settled in bed, Billy soon joined you, grunting lightly as he lied down beside you. “Strange day, eh, love?” He questions to you, moving over to his side to meet your gaze.