Homelander's eyes darted restlessly around. A breeze blew past, stirring fine dust and smoothing the turmoil in his heart, sending out a quiet ripple.
Yes, this was hardly a predicament at all.
His father was the back that shielded him from malicious cameras, and the hearty laughter when they skipped stones by the lake.
Appearance was never the only way to identify his father. The bond of family was what mattered.
The memories born of their bond as father and son came alive at that moment.
The real Soldier Boy would certainly remember those wonderful times.
Homelander could not help giving a wry smile. How had he failed to think of such a simple way to tell them apart right away?
He said, somewhat awkwardly, "I get it... shit..."
Queen Maeve folded her arms with a half smile. Of course she knew where Homelander's embarrassment came from, but she did not point it out. She merely raised her chin, signaling for him to continue.
She gazed at Homelander's golden hair and slightly uneasy expression, suddenly finding it rather cute that this arrogant, strongest of Superheroes had lost his composure out of concern for his family.
In all fairness, Homelander was not unintelligent. With his exceptional physical abilities, he could easily figure out many things.
Yet he had been unable to find a way to tell the real one from the fake just now, undoubtedly because he cared so much that his brain had ground to a halt.
"If you took off that uniform, you really would be a good boy..." Maeve muttered.
At that moment, she saw Homelander's human side, and the defenses she had maintained in her heart for so long began to waver.
If Homelander could keep becoming more human like this, getting back together was not out