Only the middle-aged nurse hesitated for a moment and did not get into the vehicle.
He pushed up his glasses and shamelessly sidled up to Soldier Boy. "Sir, it's fine if you don't want to give me an autograph."
Soldier Boy waved impatiently, not wanting to bother with him.
But the middle-aged nurse persisted. "I have another request. Could you film a video with me? I'll call you Grandpa, and you call me Grandson. How about it?"
Soldier Boy froze for a moment, and the middle-aged nurse struck while the iron was hot. "As long as you call me Grandson, my grandma will definitely be happy when she sees it. It would be a different kind of comfort for her in her old age."
"What the hell are you even talking about? Get lost, or I'll rip out all your goddamn hair. You hear me?" Soldier Boy snapped.
The middle-aged nurse sighed helplessly. "All right. If you don't want to be my grandpa, forget it."
"Fuck off." Fed up, Soldier Boy kicked him. Since he held back, the middle-aged nurse wasn't really injured and merely fell flat on his face.
Homelander held back his laughter and walked over as though nothing had happened. "Hey, someone offered to be your grandson, and you got that mad?"
When Soldier Boy said nothing, Homelander found it rather boring and continued on his own. "You'll get used to it, really. Your fans from your generation are all pretty old by now."
"Besides, I did a demographic survey of your fans. People over sixty make up the largest share. You have an especially large number of elderly female fans."
"They all really like you... haha... oh, sorry. I shouldn't laugh."
Soldier Boy raised his hand menacingly, signaling for The Deep to come over, but Homelander