oh, look, he's getting all pathetically watery eyed as he's listening to the Deep. Homelander believes the man; if only for the fact that he's a living lie detector.
he tries to say something, his mouth ironically working like a fish's might out of water, before it snaps shut and he ---
“ you know what you did. ”
he really thinks the Deep knows what he did.
didn't have to humour anyone. he was the Homelander.
“ then why are we making public innuendos about them. ”
he's genuinely offended. he doesn't seem to realize that the Deep doesn't know what's been implied.
Homelander allowed himself but the briefest of chuckles as he lifted a hand to point incredulously at the stranger.
“ what? *you? really? well, if you've got a death wish, pal, be my guest. you won't make it too far, I promise you that. ”
like he'd allow himself to bend knee, anyway? he ---
sputtering.
suddenly he looks less angry. almost like the kicked puppy look works when he's attached enough.
“ well. I mean! funny is. . . subjective. ”
