"Fuck you!"
Soldier Boy bristled at those words. The kid was implying something.
Was he trying to make him get a job?!
The very idea was outrageous and unreasonable!
"I'm over a hundred, and you want me shooting commercials to put food on the table?"
"Trying to abuse a centenarian? I'm your father."
Soldier Boy slapped the table, glaring furiously.
Working was out of the question. He would never work a day in his life.
Faced with Homelander's subtly teasing expression, Soldier Boy decisively chose to slap a damning accusation on him.
"That's not what I meant..."
Homelander widened his eyes helplessly, unsure what to say.
With just a few words, Soldier Boy had painted him as an unfilial son trying to force his hundred-year-old father to work.
But... what fucking centenarian looked like him?
He spent all day smoking and drinking, and whenever boredom got the better of him, he would go charging through unfinished buildings in the suburbs. So many people mistook it for a terrorist attack that the police station's phones practically rang off the hook.
Homelander felt like backing down. "I just thought that showing your face once in a while could bring Vought a lot of revenue. Why not?"
Soldier Boy frowned in displeasure and was about to level another accusation at Homelander.
"Of course, you can do whatever you want. I'll support you unconditionally," Homelander hurriedly cut him off when he saw where this was going.
"Really?" Only then did Soldier Boy let it drop. "Heh, I just want to drink all the world's fine liquor, enjoy all the world's fine food, and all the world's..."
"Okay, stop right there. Ashley's calling me. We can discuss this when we have time." Homelander interrupted with a smile and all but fled.
Soldier Boy watched him