Laney

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

She always wanted him to be proud of her? Nearly getting herself killed was definitely 𝒏𝒐𝒕 the way to accomplish that. All that would do would land her into some pretty major trouble and it would end up pissing him off—which would likely end up getting her yelled at. Taking a deep breath, the raven haired Brit slowly let it out with a light shake of his head before he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking another refreshing and much needed drink.

Taking a deep breath, Butcher slowly let it out with a low, irritated growl before he shook his head. Sure, he might have been the one that had gone to her, but as far as he was concerned, she could have gotten up and walked away at any given time. She could have chosen to stay out of everything and not even bothered to jump into everything—almost as though she’d been dreaming of that moment.

Where would she end up going? What would she end up doing? How would she end up liking it?

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

She always wanted him to be proud of her? Nearly getting herself killed was definitely 𝒏𝒐𝒕 the way to accomplish that. All that would do would land her into some pretty major trouble and it would end up pissing him off—which would likely end up getting her yelled at. Taking a deep breath, the raven haired Brit slowly let it out with a light shake of his head before he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking another refreshing and much needed drink.

Taking a deep breath, Butcher slowly let it out with a low, irritated growl before he shook his head. Sure, he might have been the one that had gone to her, but as far as he was concerned, she could have gotten up and walked away at any given time. She could have chosen to stay out of everything and not even bothered to jump into everything—almost as though she’d been dreaming of that moment.

Where would she end up going? What would she end up doing? How would she end up liking it?

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

She always wanted him to be proud of her? Nearly getting herself killed was definitely 𝒏𝒐𝒕 the way to accomplish that. All that would do would land her into some pretty major trouble and it would end up pissing him off—which would likely end up getting her yelled at. Taking a deep breath, the raven haired Brit slowly let it out with a light shake of his head before he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking another refreshing and much needed drink.

Taking a deep breath, Butcher slowly let it out with a low, irritated growl before he shook his head. Sure, he might have been the one that had gone to her, but as far as he was concerned, she could have gotten up and walked away at any given time. She could have chosen to stay out of everything and not even bothered to jump into everything—almost as though she’d been dreaming of that moment.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

She always wanted him to be proud of her? Nearly getting herself killed was definitely 𝒏𝒐𝒕 the way to accomplish that. All that would do would land her into some pretty major trouble and it would end up pissing him off—which would likely end up getting her yelled at. Taking a deep breath, the raven haired Brit slowly let it out with a light shake of his head before he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking another refreshing and much needed drink.

Taking a deep breath, Butcher slowly let it out with a low, irritated growl before he shook his head. Sure, he might have been the one that had gone to her, but as far as he was concerned, she could have gotten up and walked away at any given time. She could have chosen to stay out of everything and not even bothered to jump into everything—almost as though she’d been dreaming of that moment.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

She always wanted him to be proud of her? Nearly getting herself killed was definitely 𝒏𝒐𝒕 the way to accomplish that. All that would do would land her into some pretty major trouble and it would end up pissing him off—which would likely end up getting her yelled at. Taking a deep breath, the raven haired Brit slowly let it out with a light shake of his head before he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking another refreshing and much needed drink.

Taking a deep breath, Butcher slowly let it out with a low, irritated growl before he shook his head. Sure, he might have been the one that had gone to her, but as far as he was concerned, she could have gotten up and walked away at any given time. She could have chosen to stay out of everything and not even bothered to jump into everything—almost as though she’d been dreaming of that moment.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

She always wanted him to be proud of her? Nearly getting herself killed was definitely 𝒏𝒐𝒕 the way to accomplish that. All that would do would land her into some pretty major trouble and it would end up pissing him off—which would likely end up getting her yelled at. Taking a deep breath, the raven haired Brit slowly let it out with a light shake of his head before he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking another refreshing and much needed drink.

Taking a deep breath, Butcher slowly let it out with a low, irritated growl before he shook his head. Sure, he might have been the one that had gone to her, but as far as he was concerned, she could have gotten up and walked away at any given time. She could have chosen to stay out of everything and not even bothered to jump into everything—almost as though she’d been dreaming of that moment.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

She always wanted him to be proud of her? Nearly getting herself killed was definitely 𝒏𝒐𝒕 the way to accomplish that. All that would do would land her into some pretty major trouble and it would end up pissing him off—which would likely end up getting her yelled at. Taking a deep breath, the raven haired Brit slowly let it out with a light shake of his head before he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking another refreshing and much needed drink.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

She always wanted him to be proud of her? Nearly getting herself killed was definitely 𝒏𝒐𝒕 the way to accomplish that. All that would do would land her into some pretty major trouble and it would end up pissing him off—which would likely end up getting her yelled at. Taking a deep breath, the raven haired Brit slowly let it out with a light shake of his head before he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking another refreshing and much needed drink.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

She always wanted him to be proud of her? Nearly getting herself killed was definitely 𝒏𝒐𝒕 the way to accomplish that. All that would do would land her into some pretty major trouble and it would end up pissing him off—which would likely end up getting her yelled at. Taking a deep breath, the raven haired Brit slowly let it out with a light shake of his head before he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking another refreshing and much needed drink.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

She always wanted him to be proud of her? Nearly getting herself killed was definitely 𝒏𝒐𝒕 the way to accomplish that. All that would do would land her into some pretty major trouble and it would end up pissing him off—which would likely end up getting her yelled at. Taking a deep breath, the raven haired Brit slowly let it out with a light shake of his head before he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking another refreshing and much needed drink.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Well, that alone went without saying. How the hell could she have been so damn reckless—not to mention flat out careless like that?! It was a good thing Butcher had been there to immediately rush in, grab onto her, and yank her out of there to safety—otherwise, they’d likely be making funeral arrangements for the girl right about now.

She wasn’t the only one he’d ended up practically yelling at. He’d yelled at the others for letting her get herself put into that kind of situation—despite the fact that none of them had known she’d do anything 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 stupid. Granted, they all knew she’d do just about anything in order to get the raven haired Brit to notice her and she’d likely do even more to get him to either compliment or praise her—or even 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out with a shake of his head. Butcher was still practically 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, though he tried to calm himself down. His dark hazel gaze shifted toward the spot on the couch next to her for a few moments. It was obvious that the younger female wanted him to sit next to her. Why? Probably because he 𝒘𝒂𝒔 her favorite member of The Boys. Why and how? That part he had yet to figure out.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with. Most of the time, he was busy pushing everyone and everything away from him while planning on taking down Vought and their Supes—𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Homelander—once and for all. Plus, he was usually brutally honest and blunt about everything and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. On top of all that, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy anyone wanted to be around all that often.

Yet, for some strange reason or another, the girl seemed to always want to be around him—even when he was clearly pissed at her for doing what she’d done. Maybe it was something he’d never truly understand. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped past his lips as he pushed himself back to his feet and made his way over to the couch, lowering himself down onto it next to her.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

“Oh, ya 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 fucked up. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” Came the quick, almost harsh remark. “It was 𝒔’𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 to be a quick in ‘n out. Everyone ‘ad their instructions that were s’posed to be followed to the T.” Even now, the raven haired Brit couldn’t exactly help but feel his anger rising within his system. “‘N what the fuck do ya do? Ya charge off into the fuckin’ midst of everythin’, forcin’ me to get your ass outta there before ya got yourself fuckin’ killed!”

His tone might have been a little sharper than he’d actually meant for it to be, but damn it, he was pissed. Maybe it was because he actually considered her to be a friend? Maybe deep down he cared too much about everyone on the team and when one of them nearly got themselves killed, he was the first to react? Or, maybe it was a bit of both.

Why she seemed to want to follow him around like a lost pup, he 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 didn’t really know. Maybe he’d never be able to figure out how anyone would consider 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to be their favorite one out of everyone on the team. He’d always figured the girl would prefer to be around MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, or even Hughie more than she’d want to be around a grumpy bastard like him.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Sighing heavily, Butcher lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments before rubbing his temple. The girl might have been trying to help, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she’d nearly gotten herself killed because of one stupid and reckless decision made on her end.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.

Noticing the other person still being awake and on the couch, the raven haired Brit raised a dark eyebrow slightly before quickly dismissing it. Lately, sleep had been evading him — or at least that was what it felt like — only allowing him to get maybe a couple hours of it at a time, and that was if he was lucky. Not that he’d be openly admitting it to anyone else — and certainly not to anyone else in The Boys.

For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of guy who complained about anything — and when he did complain, everyone automatically knew it was bad. Also, his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to do so, even if he wanted to. So, he’d have to make something up — or just say that he wasn’t exactly all that tired, despite being nearly exhausted a lot of the time.