"Hm?!" When Homelander turned to look, he saw Tattooed Youth crawling out of the building, his face deathly pale, his eyes filled with expectation as he looked at Homelander and waited for his rescue.
Earlier, Tattooed Youth had failed to find anyone in the building who could help him. He had crawled all the way from the rooftop to the top floor, then finally found an elevator and made it down, only to discover that even after the elevator arrived, there was still a long distance to the main entrance. He had nearly exhausted every last bit of strength before finally crawling to the door, and now he had almost no energy left at all.
But what delighted Tattooed Youth was that he had now seen Homelander. Even though Tattooed Youth knew something of Homelander's way of doing things, as a fan wearing a thick fan filter, he was still willing to believe that Homelander would save him.
Of course, that also had a lot to do with the fact that Tattooed Youth had already run out of strength and had no one else to call for help. He had no other choice now. If he wanted to live, he could only rely on this somewhat disheveled idol before him.
Unfortunately, Tattooed Youth regarded Homelander as his idol, but Homelander had never regarded Tattooed Youth as one of his fans.
Or rather, even if Homelander knew and even acknowledged that Tattooed Youth was his fan, it would not have changed anything. Fans were not important to Homelander, especially now that he was taking traffic from both black and white publicity alike. Homelander did not need to consider the personal feelings of his fans at all.
Especially now that Tattooed Youth had seen Homelander in such a miserable state. Even though