Inside a small cabin in a stretch of woodland.
Homelander had resolved the Supe unrest in Maine, but another problem had come his way.
Becca had decided to leave with Butcher.
But the woman also wanted to take Ryan, so Homelander had rushed straight to the small cabin.
He was leaning on the window of Ryan's bedroom, taking in the elegant, tranquil surroundings outside. The cool air brought a different sort of comfort, and his brow was relaxed, his expression calm.
Just then, a breeze drifted inside, leading a fallen leaf by the hand.
Homelander smiled faintly, caught the leaf's stem between his fingers, and brought it to his nose, gently breathing in the solitude of late autumn.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Ryan bounded over, clutching a teddy bear.
Homelander tilted his head slightly. "Enjoying life."
Ryan cocked his head, looking puzzled.
He walked over to Homelander and looked outside with him.
Ryan had spent nine years amid the scenery visible through that little wooden window. Looking at it now, he saw no difference from before.
So he did not understand why Homelander would say something like that.
"Dad, are you talking drunk?" Ryan asked innocently.
"Silly boy, there's nothing in this world that can get me drunk." Homelander stroked Ryan's head, his face full of affection.
Even more confused, Ryan scratched his head.
"Son, you know, over the past few decades, I've almost never done anything like this-really looking at a patch of grass and savoring the fragrance of the breeze."
Homelander straightened up, a reflective look finally appearing on his face.
"It wasn't until your grandpa came along that I had the chance to see this colorful leaf."
As he spoke, Homelander gently set the fallen leaf he had been holding onto the table.
Ryan craned his