Vought International.
Homelander returned to the company in high spirits.
The thought that Pero was in the same city as him right now filled him with irrepressible joy.
He had just stepped out of the elevator when he ran into A-Train coming toward him.
A-Train was holding a giant tub of ice cream that reached higher than his chest, shoveling great spoonfuls into his mouth.
Normally, if Homelander saw him like this, he would have burned up his ice cream tub with Heat Vision long ago.
But he had been in a good mood lately.
"Hey, A-Train." For once, Homelander took the initiative to greet him, his face beaming.
A-Train trembled in fright, nearly dropping the ice cream tub in his hands.
With a mouthful of ice cream, he mumbled a reply.
"Homelander!"
"Keep eating like that, and you'll turn into a ball." Homelander was in such a good mood that he even cracked a joke.
He reached out and patted the fat already bulging slightly beneath A-Train's tight suit.
"Look at that. How far along are you?"
A-Train smiled awkwardly and hurried to explain, "It's fine... Homelander."
He hid the spoon behind his back. "My basal metabolism alone burns about thirty thousand calories a day. This little snack is absolutely fine."
"Really?" Homelander raised his eyebrows without committing either way.
"Okay, no problem. But watch your diet. Don't let high-calorie foods cost you that title of the fastest man in the world."
With that, he turned cheerfully and headed toward the conference room.
Edgar had invited him earlier that morning, saying there was something important to discuss.
Homelander figured he would hurry up and finish this boring meeting, then find a way to track down that Butcher, bring his son Ryan back, and introduce him to Pero.
He wanted