"I wonder how Ryan's doing. I hope he comes back soon." Homelander grew a little distracted.
Klee pulled a crumpled plastic wrapper from her pocket. "Uncle Homelander, thank you."
"Hm? What's this?" Homelander took the wrapper. It still felt slightly warm in his hand.
He gently peeled it open and saw a piece of chocolate inside, though half of it had been broken off.
"I only found out last night that you were the one who chased away the creepy man in the park. This chocolate is to thank you." Klee suddenly grew a little embarrassed. "But I couldn't help eating half."
Homelander smiled and rubbed her head. The unexpected thanks left him a little at a loss, but a smile had already crept onto his lips.
Soldier Boy's voice seemed to echo right beside his ear.
"If someone was saved because of you, that proves your actions meant something."
Did drowning Balding Man and saving Klee mean something?
The soft, fluffy feeling beneath his hand seemed to be the answer.
Much of the uncertainty that had troubled him for so long dissipated. A smile curled Homelander's lips, and he stood up.
This ship, lost amid the waves, had found its course again by following the anchor point Soldier Boy had left behind.
Footsteps sounded at the end of the hospital corridor. Klee's mother approached, her eyes red and swollen.
"Oh my God! Mr. Homelander!" she exclaimed, hurrying forward to meet him.
Homelander smiled slightly. "Hi, ma'am. We meet again!"
They shook hands politely. After a little small talk, Homelander promised that Vought would lend a helping hand if they had any financial difficulties.
Before he left, Klee was still reluctant to see him go, but Homelander left her his private contact information. "Little one, if you'd like, you can