Black Noir laughed before Homelander did.
At some point, he had slipped behind Soldier Boy, focusing on his hearing as he eavesdropped with his full attention.
When he heard "not giving it to them," he burst out laughing.
The usually aloof Black Noir had his own joys, anger, sorrows, and feelings; he simply rarely showed them. No one stirred his emotions more than the three generations of Homelander's family.
From Soldier Boy's fury to Homelander's darkness and Ryan's innocence, all of it sent ripples through Black Noir's heart.
So when he saw Soldier Boy and Homelander engrossed in a conversation, he could not help moving closer to listen.
Who would have thought...
Weren't these two just a pair of bastards?
No principles, no limits, and experts in every kind of swindle.
A moment later, Black Noir found it strangely reasonable, because Soldier Boy had always been a rotten bastard.
Getting him to devise a way to help someone would take considerable effort, but ask him to screw someone over, and one roll of his eyes would produce eight hundred vicious schemes.
Black Noir resumed his expressionless look, as though he had not been the one laughing just now.
Soldier Boy and Homelander turned around together, staring oddly at Black Noir as he pretended to be busy to cover his embarrassment.
"Black Noir, what the fuck are you laughing at?" Soldier Boy's tone was hostile.
His tone startled Black Noir, but the first feeling that arose in his heart was not fear. It was awkwardness.
He was like an elementary schooler holding junk food on a Sunday, only to discover that the person selling it was his homeroom teacher, leaving him torn over whether to eat it.
Admitting that he had laughed at Soldier Boy's rotten scheme would mean indirectly admitting