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Like any other other Saturday afternoon, Kevin had some free time. Weekends were often spent going over any paperwork or being interviewed on television. Sometimes Vought would put together little public events that supes were expected to attend, but that wasn't something that Kevin needed to worry about too much. The budget was usually spent on heroes that the public actually took seriously... or for heroes that hadn't been cancelled in the past year.
That being said, Kevin didn't have anything to do today.
He spoke with Ashley already about his saves that week, wrote a few incidents that resulted in any civilian getting injured (no casualties this week, thank god. Kevin didn't need more shit on his public record thank you very much), and finally allowed himself to hit his favorite liquor store for some well deserved relaxation.
Half off cherry vodka on a Saturday sounded perfect. Especially the brand of vodka he got, which was sweeter than it was bitter. He wouldn't even need chaser- not that he ever did. While others knew that he was lacking in smarts, he was far from lacking in strength, especially when it came to his alcoholic intake.
He could drink an entire bottle of whiskey alone and not vomit out his guts for at least two full hours. Maybe even three if he put his mind to it. Being a supe was pretty cool in that regard, if it wasn't already cool in every other regard. He wasn't immune to the power of alcohol, but he wasn't weak to it by any means.
He arrived back at Vought tower and marched toward the elevator with purpose, already imagining himself sinking into the couch and putting on a movie after slipping into something comfortable. And if he drank in moderation, he could make the moment last all day and night. Maybe he could order a pizza too.
As soon as the doors to the elevator opened, Kevin felt his heart drop straight to his stomach. His fingers clenched around the neck of the bottle of cherry-flavored vodka, and he stared blankly at Homelander of all people.
The blonde's expression is neutral but Kevin can tell by the twitch of his eyebrows that he's somewhat on edge. It had gotten easier over time to read Homelander, even when he didn't want to be analyzed. Whether the leader was put off by Kevin or something else entirely, wasn't something that Kevin felt like he could get into. When he realized that he had been staring into the elevator for a considerable amount of time, he squared his shoulders and feigned a confident smile before stepping in and turning to face the doors as they shut.
He glanced nervously at the blonde, whose hand hovered near the buttons. He wondered briefly if it were too late to leave and just take the stairs to avoid confrontation. He looked away and tried to soften his grip around the bottle, as to not shatter the glass. "Right- uh. I'm just going to my room, so..." Homelander let out a frustrated exhale and pressed a button before straightening his posture and staring ahead. "Thanks."
"Day drinking alone?" Homelander questioned after a short beat of silence. He had not turned to look at Kevin, however. He simply kept his gaze forward, unbothered.
"Oh, I'm not day drinking. It's only like, 3. That's a normal drinking time, isn't it? Afternoon drinking..." He trailed off and then shook the bottle thoughtfully. "I don't have anything else to do today. I thought I'd treat myself."
"What's the special occasion?"
Kevin didn't have one. But, feeling like he needed to answer with something, he said the first thing that came to mind. "This was half off," He shook the bottle again. "It's my favorite flavor, too. I'm probably gonna just watch a couple movies and drink. Maybe I'll get a pizza or something, too. Nothin' special."
"Hm."
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, which relieved Kevin greatly. As he was stepping out, Homelander suddenly reached out and wrapped his fingers around the bare skin of Kevin's arm and stepped out with him. "Hold on," And Kevin felt his heart sink to his stomach all over again.
He didn't want to be on Homelander's bad side. Not now, not at any point today, and not ever really. He stilled outside of the elevator and focused on the feeling of the bottle rather than Homelander's surprisingly icy touch. When he slowly looked up to meet his leader's eyes, he couldn't help but flinch at the equally icy gaze.
The elevator shut behind them. There was no running back, even if Kevin could physically rip himself away from Homelander. He had nowhere to go. Homelander, who could undoubtedly hear the other's rapid heartbeat, let go with a confused glare. Then, he smiled brightly at Kevin. One of his forceful smiles, the kind with ulterior motives. Kevin didn't know what he was planning exactly, but whatever it was, was terrifying.
"Do you mind if I join you?"
It wasn't easy to answer something like that.
Kevin wanted to say no. To sprint away now that Homelander had released his arm. Instead, he stay put. "Um..."
Was this a test? Was he supposed to say something? Was Homelander waiting for the right answer?
If so, the right answer had to be yes. This was something that Kevin couldn't just refuse. "Sure, yeah. Uh. I don't mind." He looked down at the bottle of vodka and then back at Homelander. "It's cherry flavored."
Upon entering the room, Ambrosius's voice echoed through Kevin's mind and rattled his brain. "Keviiin! Honey!" Startled, Kevin looked over his shoulder at Homelander, who was focused more on the layout of the room than anything else. He had momentarily forgotten that Homelander could not, in fact, hear the octopus. And fortunately, the closet that she was staying in was hidden to Homelander. Zinc certainly did wonders. He would, however, be able to detect the octopus's splashing with his keen hearing, so to prevent her from making too much noise, Kevin shut the front door and smiled at the other man. "So, Homelander," Adding some emphasize to his name.
Ambrosius went quiet. "...I see," She finally said. She wouldn't be an issue.
"Uh, welcome." Because Kevin had to say something after grabbing his attention for no reason.
The blonde seemed unusually tense as he stepped further into Kevin's room, examining every inch of what he could see. "You still have that up."
"What?"
Homelander grimaced up at the large portrait of he and The Deep before turning his head in Kevin's direction.
"Oh, right. Yeah. I love it," He casually strolled past Homelander and into the kitchen area of his living space. "Shark, cuttlefish, dolphin, or whale?" He asked while opening a cabinet, the one furthest from the fridge. Homelander's confused 'excuse me?' was answered by Kevin pulling down four shot glasses from the cabinet. They had been tucked away behind the normal glasses in a neat little row- a neat row that Kevin didn't remember setting them in.
Whatever.
He placed the shot glasses down on the island in the center of the kitchen and placed the bottle of vodka next to them. "Shot glasses," He said simply. "Look, there's uh, there's a shark, a cuttlefish, a dolphin, and a whale. On the glasses. They aren't accurate depictions though, which is a little annoying, but they're cartoony so I guess it gets a pass." Seeing the unamused look on Homelander's face, Kevin pursed his lips and lowered his gaze.
"You are an idiot," Homelander shook his head as he approached the island, a gloved hand reaching up to stroke the surface of the polished table.
"You know what? We can just drink it straight from the bottle," Kevin decided in a rush of words, his embarrassment obvious by the flush of red on his cheeks and tips of his ears. Before he could even touch the shot glasses, Homelander was letting out a long sigh and reaching for the shark glass.
"No," He decided. "I don't know what else I was expecting from you." He lifted the glass to examine the ridiculously smiley shark and then scowled at Kevin like a disappointed mother. He said nothing else but placed the shot glass back down and gestured expectantly at the bottle of vodka.
Kevin relaxed somewhat, a hesitant smile playing at his lips. "Haha, yeah," He didn't know what he was agreeing to. But at least Homelander wasn't too frustrated with him. He opened the bottle with ease and poured the contents into the shark glass and the whale glass. It made sense for Homelander to pick the shark of the four options- it was the obvious choice for someone like him. "Do you need chaser?"
Homelander scowled at him again.
"Okay yeah, no. No chaser. Got it," He lifted his glass and watched as Homelander lifted his own. He reached out to offer to clink glasses in cheers, but Homelander had already downed it. So, Kevin followed suit wordlessly.
"Jesus Christ, Deep," Homelander looked disgusted.
"Ah, is it too much? Sorry."
"No," He shook his head and placed his glass down. "You offered me chaser for something that tastes like fucking lemonade."
"Lemonade? It's cherry flavored," Kevin placed his glass down and hummed in satisfaction at the comfortable burn in his chest.
"Fucking whatever. Cherry lemonade," Homelander grit his teeth and glared at the bottle. "What the fuck is that? It tastes like the fruity shit that homosexuals drink."
Kevin cringed visibly at this comment and examined the bottle with him. "...I don't usually get this kind..." He lied. "It was uh, half off, so."
"I can see why," Homelander grumbled. "I would be disappointed in you if you paid full price for this," Despite this comment, the blonde poured himself another shot. When he placed the bottle back down, Kevin reached for it as well to pour himself another. He didn't want to overdo it or anything but he didn't want to look dumb in front of his leader.
After their second shot together, Kevin motioned out of the kitchen with his hand and raised his eyebrows at Homelander. "Wanna sit down and watch something? Or are you just here for drinks?"
"Depends on what you want to watch. I'm not interested in anything stupid."
"I was thinking Transformers 2, honestly." That movie was far from stupid in Kevin's opinion. Still, he watched Homelander carefully in order to see what he thought of it.
Homelander, who was pouring himself a third shot already. Kevin supposed that it wasn't concerning. Alcohol likely didn't do much for Homelander at all compared to Kevin, who was already feeling slightly tipsy. "Not the first one?"
"I saw it last week," Kevin replied.
"Well I haven't," Homelander downed the third shot but kept the bottle in hand. It occurred to Kevin then how odd this interaction was. How odd all of this was. He let out another hum and picked his own glass, as well as the two remaining empty ones.
"We can watch that instead," He decided. "Or both, if you want. I'm not complaining. I love Transformers." He led the way out of the kitchen- or well, he tried to. Homelander was moreso walking alongside him rather than trailing behind. "It just depends on how long you want to stay for, sir. You're always welcome here... obviously. mi casa su casa, yknow?" Homelander opened his mouth to speak, but Kevin was still talking apparently. "Have you ever seen Transformers before? Or did you just mean that you didn't see it last week? I just thought of that." They made it to the couch, where Kevin placed the shot glasses on the coffee table before sitting down.
So much for wearing something more comfortable. He couldn't think of a single time where he dressed casually around Homelander, and he didn't think that that would change today. "They're great movies. I think I've just liked anything Transformers since I was... fuck, I don't remember how long ago it was."
"Deep."
"Hm?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Ah, sorry," Kevin smiled nervously. "Were you going to say something?"
"Yes, but you made me forget what it was," Homelander scoffed. He took a seat on the couch and set the bottle down on the coffee table. Kevin observed him carefully, noting how incredibly out of place the blonde looked. It wasn't often that he hung out with Homelander one on one- not unless it was punishment of some kind simply disguised as a hangout. But Homelander had yet to open up about whatever was on his mind... and he had yet to start antagonizing Kevin either, so. This was admittedly very awkward for them both.
He bowed his head apologetically.
The pair fell silent with Kevin assuming that Homelander was trying to remember whatever he was going to say. Meanwhile, the aquatic supe grabbed the television remote off the arm of the couch and turned the TV on before searching through his streaming services for the movie. When Homelander still hadn't said anything, Kevin braved a glance in his direction. To his surprise, Homelander was staring down at the floor with the lightest of smiles playing on his lips.
"What's up... sir?"
Homelander blinked up at Kevin. "Nothing. I thought of something funny."
"What was it?"
Now was the part where Homelander threatened him or something, wasn't it? This was when he grabbed Kevin by the throat and squeezed, restricting his breathing and choking him out until he was purple. All while revealing something he didn't like about Kevin. Or something he found out about- maybe something about the octopus in his closet. Or maybe something that Kevin didn't even do. He braced himself for these possibilities, his body tensing visibly. Still, he tried to smile as innocently as he could.
"The portrait of us," He started, and Kevin felt his body turn cold. Of course that was the problem. Of course Homelander genuinely wanted him to take it down.
Still while smiling, Kevin held up a hand in surrender. "Yeah, no. Don't worry. I'll take it down."
"It's not that," Homelander raised his voice. "I don't give a shit. Keep it up, take it down, I don't fucking care." He reached for the bottle of cherry vodka, but instead of pouring it into his glass, he took a large drink straight from the bottle. So much for hating the fruity flavor of it. Kevin watched the other man's Adam's apple bob and then grabbed the bottle from Homelander as he was setting it down. How strong was this shit? It gave Kevin a nice burn and it tasted alcoholic, but was it strong enough to mellow out someone like Homelander?
"So what's funny?" Kevin asked while examining the label on the bottle.
"Whoever fucking painted it," Homelander smiled lightly again. "Messed up your jawline and nose. It's hard to tell but if you look closely, you can see it." He could probably see it right now. He was probably x-ray vision-ing through the living room and picking apart every detail. On one hand, why would he care enough to do that. On the other hand, that was a huge blow on Kevin's ego. He bolted to his feet and stared down at Homelander in disbelief.
"What?!"
"Sit back down," Homelander leaned against the couch's cushions and patted the spot next to him. Kevin looked distraught and looked off to where he knew the portrait was. "Come on, sit."
"I paid like, thousands for that," Kevin said in defeat while taking a seat on the couch again. "God, fuck. Getting up that quickly made me nauseous." Another shot should cure that. So, he grabbed the bottle and took a quick sip from the bottle since they seemed to be giving up on shot glasses anyway.
In the corner of his eye, Homelander was still smiling. It seemed genuine enough, so Kevin allowed himself to fully relax. It could be worse. It really could be worse. He could find enjoyment in this situation and feel confident that he would make it out alive. And as time passed with them getting drunker by the minute and the movie playing on the screen, Kevin found that Homelander was surprisingly enjoyable company.
And eventually, Homelander was all that Kevin could focus on. The movie became background noise, even if Kevin kept his eyes locked onto the screen. Almost refusing to look at the only thing actually on his mind. He could see Homelander attentively watching the movie and Kevin briefly wondered if Homelander had even seen a movie before. Outside of his own films, of course. It was hard to imagine the blonde sitting down and watching anything other than himself on the big screen during Vought movie premieres.
The idea of this being a new experience for the other was somewhat... endearing. Not that Kevin would ever admit that out loud to Homelander. He would get his brains lasered out if he even implied something about Homelander being cute. So he kept his lips sealed and made the most of these thoughts by casually glancing in Homelander's direction.
The bottle sat between them now on the couch, leaning against Kevin's thigh and halfway empty. Maybe a little more than half, now that he thought about it. His mouth was moving before his thoughts were fully formed when he said; "We should play a drinking game."
"Seriously?" Homelander scoffed, but there was a notable lack of malice in his tone. "Are you twelve?"
"No," Kevin shrugged. "Twelve-year-olds aren't supposed to drink." Homelander's eyes crinkled in amusement. "Do you wanna play or not? We don't have to."
"Fine, fine. Whatever," Homelander sat up a little more and turned his body slightly to face Kevin. He still looked a little out of place. They both did. All suited up and sharing a bottle of too-sweet vodka that was more powerful than Kevin thought. "How do you play?"
"You know truth or dare?"
"Oh my god," Homelander pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly in disapproval of the game already.
"No, no, hear me out. It's like truth or dare, but we replace one of our options with drinking. Like... I ask you a question and if you don't wanna answer, you drink. Or I tell you to do something and if you don't want to do the dare, you drink," Kevin explained. It was a pretty simple concept, and hopefully a fun one. "I would play it a lot when I was attending God U. A few friends and I would get together almost every weekend and we'd get completely blackout drunk," Kevin chuckled at the fond memory and then lifted the bottle of vodka. "Or, if you don't wanna get personal, we can just drink every time a Transformer's name is dropped." He had to bite his tongue before he added 'if you wanna be boring'. Relaxing together or not, Kevin didn't want to try his luck even while drunk.
Homelander considered his options carefully and then shrugged his shoulders, "Let's do the first one. The one with truths."
"Cool, I like the sound of that one," Kevin shifted on the couch to face Homelander and the movie officially became background noise. "Mind if I go first?" When Homelander said nothing and only looked at Kevin expectantly, the aquatic supe continued. "Is this the first movie you've ever watched? Other than anything by Vought, I mean."
"What makes you ask that?"
"You don't seem like the movie type, I guess. It's hard to imagine you watching anything in your own time just for fun," Kevin admitted. Homelander looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head 'yes'. "Transformers is a good start," Kevin grinned.
"What's... your favorite type of fish...?"
"Peppermint angelfish. You could ask me something personal, you know. Harder questions make the game fun," He encouraged. At Homelander's frown, he tilted the bottle toward him. "Try again?"
"Do you... do you ever talk to yourself in the mirror?"
It was a strange question, and it didn't seem very personal either. Kevin mimicked Homelander's frown from before and tapped his gloved finger against the glass of the bottle. He was about to suggest Homelander try again with a different question- a better question, but the blonde looked... vulnerable almost. For once it was hard to read if the look in his icy blue eyes were that of discomfort or not. Vulnerable. He couldn't recall a time where he looked like that.
For a split second, Kevin had a hard time believing that he was seated next to someone so cruel and ruthless. "Sometimes, yeah," Kevin replied. "When I'm... not doing okay, yeah." He swallowed thickly and then looked down in his lap. "When I shaved my head, I-" He wet his lips. Was this worth sharing? It wasn't technically him answering the question anymore, was it? But Homelander had leaned closer to him, emitting this warmth against Kevin's side and that proved his curiosity in Kevin's eyes. "When I shaved my head, I was talking to myself in the mirror. Saying shitty things to myself, really. It's whatever."
"What were you saying?"
"Fuck, I don't remember. I talked to myself a couple times after that, too. I remember some of what I said then, but," Kevin lifted the bottle up and took a drink. He pulled the bottle away from his lips and forced himself not to grimace at the familiar burn that time. "We don't need to get into that part. Nice. First drink of the game."
"I don't think that part of my question counts. You just wanted a drink of your incredibly homosexual vodka," Homelander said with an amused tilt of his head. Kevin cracked an awkward smile and did not confirm or deny this statement.
Instead, he answered with a new question. "Do you miss anyone?" Homelander stiffened and then shifted in place on the couch.
"Like who?" His tone was as unreadable as his expression. Cold, maybe, but it was hard to tell with how quiet his voice was. Maybe his intent was to be cold, but it didn't really land. Kevin pursed his lips and looked down at the bottle.
"Just anyone. Someone from your past, someone who isn't here anymore, someone you haven't talked to in a while. Just.. anyone." He hoped that wasn't going too far. He didn't want to be the reason that this surprisingly nice hangout went south.
"Yes."
"...Who?" He tried.
When Homelander reached for the bottle and gently took it out of his hands, Kevin knew that he had overstepped. He opened his mouth to apologize but stopped to watch Homelander take a drink. "What about you? Do you miss anyone?" Kevin started to gnaw on his lower lip. He had not overstepped. They were only playing a game. It was fine. "Maybe your wife?"
Kevin had forgotten about her, honestly. He didn't even actually love her at any point. "Ex wife," He corrected. "And no, I don't miss her. I don't think that I miss anyone." Timothy flashed in his mind. Lucy did, too. Countless sea creatures and their names floated around in Kevin's head. But Homelander wouldn't care about any of that. "I miss things from the past but I don't really think about people. Not a lot of them like me anyway."
"Why are you telling him this?" Ambrosius finally spoke. It startled Kevin just as it had before, his breath catching in his throat. Before Homelander could comment on this strange behavior, Kevin quickly smiled at him- a weird thing to do after what they were talking about, sure, but he didn't want him worrying about the reaction and thus, finding out about the closet octopus.
"I'm drunk," Kevin responded to her. Fortunately, this was not inappropriate to announce to Homelander. The blonde hummed and then looked down at the bottle. "Speaking of drinking uh, my question... do you like this shit?" He waved his hand in the direction of the cherry-flavored vodka and smirked. "You've been drinking it pretty willingly for someone who keeps calling it gay."
Homelander scoffed out a laugh. "It... it's fine. You should never buy it again, but, it's fine." Then, he glared at Kevin. "That wasn't a fair question."
"Why's that?"
"If I didn't answer, It would mean I'd rather drink this shit," Homelander pointed out. "Kind of implies that I do like it, doesn't it?" Kevin smiled innocently at Homelander, who placed the bottle back down between them. "Ask me something else, Deep."
"Okay, fine," Because saying 'no' to Homelander even in this state of mind felt wrong. He took a moment to think of a question before settling on something simple. "What's your real name?" Homelander frowned deeply at this and judging by the twitch of his fingers toward the bottle, it seemed like something Kevin wouldn't be getting an answer for.
Assuming this was the case, Kevin grabbed the bottle first. "Don't worry. You don't have to drink to that one. That's not a fair question either." It was, actually, a pretty fair question. But Kevin truly meant no disrespect by it. He didn't want the stronger supe getting the wrong idea. Drunk or not, Homelander was fully capable of lasering Kevin's balls off.
"Kevin," Ambrosius warned from the closet, her tone laced with worry. Kevin ignored her in favor of placing the bottle on the coffee table. There was less than a quarter of vodka left, leaving the pair drunk enough to quit for the day if they wanted to.
"John."
"Huh?"
Kevin met the blonde's gaze, surprised to find the other vulnerable once more. "My name," Homelander bit out, like the word left a bitter taste in his mouth. "It's John." Kevin's lips formed into a small 'o' shape and then he nodded in understanding.
"It suits you," He said. "I like it." Homelander- or, John, was still clearly uncomfortable. Possibly even angry- but the kind of angry he would get when his facial expression didn't quite match his feelings deep down. Kevin could see it in John's eyes. "B-but, I like Homelander a lot too. Both fit you really well. Really really well, sir."
"What's your real name?"
"I... I think you know my real name, sir."
"I want to hear you say it," John insisted, and Kevin couldn't really argue with that.
"My name is Kevin," He said. He could hear Ambrosius warning him in the background. Pleading with him to make Homelander leave or to find an excuse to leave himself. Kevin wanted to tell her to stop talking so badly, but he couldn't let anyone find out about her. It was risky. Far too risky.
So he focused entirely on Homelander, who was staring at him with a confusing look in his eyes now. Kevin had not seen it before, so he couldn't quite place what it was. He stared back at him though, hoping that his own eyes expressed anything other than the fear he felt deep down. "Kevin," John repeated in a way that almost made Kevin never want to go by the name 'The Deep' ever again.
"Yeah. It means like, handsome or something," He wasn't sure why he revealed that piece of information. Instead of the disgust or weird look that he was expecting from John, he was met with something that he didn't see coming- not in a million years. The blonde's hands reached for him, his gloved fingers curling around Kevin's ears and into his short hair. His palms pressed against the other supe's stubble and before Kevin could even register the touch properly, John was pressing his lips against Kevin's and for the second time that day, he felt his breath catch in his throat.
He wasn't sure at first if this was real or just a figment of his wild imagination. Once he confirmed that THE Homelander was kissing him, he questioned if this was another test. If this was something he was supposed to pull away from- if Homelander was testing the power that he held against The Deep.
Kevin didn't mean to freeze on the spot. He wasn't sure where to put his hands. He had them twitching idly in the air and his body was twisted in a way that was physically uncomfortable. Leaning away would solve the issue for his spine, but pushing himself forward would help with it too. He must have taken far too long figuring out what to do, because when Homelander realized that Kevin wasn't kissing him back, he moved away from him swiftly.
He had that vulnerable look in his eyes again. Instead of nervousness though, it was fear. And fear did not look good on him. It was something uncanny and Kevin hated it with his entire being. He needed to make it go away. So, without much thought, he turned his body comfortably toward John and wrapped his fingers around the side of his neck, bringing him back in for a proper kiss.
It wasn't as awkward and forceful as the last one. John's lips had been too firm the first time but now they were softer. Kevin was not familiar with kissing men. John's jawline was sharp and his skin felt rougher than any woman's- definitely rougher than his ex wife Cassandra's. His hands found their place on Kevin's hips. Kevin's eyes were closed this time as opposed to blown wide open, so he couldn't see the content furrowing of Homelander's eyebrows. When he did finally pull away from the intimate kiss, Kevin's eyes fluttered open and studied the other's face.
Despite all of his effort, he could not fully kiss Homelander's fears away.
He couldn't ask why this happened. And he doubted that Homelander would have any questions about this. They would both just chalk this up to drunken mistakes by the end of the night and would likely never speak of this again. "Wanna finish the bottle with me?"
It would be for the best to drink enough to forget about this probably. Kevin didn't want to deal with the wrath of a sober Homelander- someone who was absolutely and positively not gay. And he didn't want to remember whatever feelings that could potentially blossom from this interaction. They both had reasons to forget about this. He tried to grab the cherry-flavored vodka from the coffee table and bring it to his lips, but Homelander grabbed his wrist and shook his head. When he let go, Kevin placed the bottle back down.
"Who told you to stop?"
It came as no surprise when Kevin woke up on the couch by himself with a nasty hangover. He sat up with a groan and ran his fingers through his hair. He was still wearing his suit but his gloves were off and upon further inspection, placed on top of each other on the coffee table. "Fuck, my head..." He rubbed at his temple with a pout on his lips as he massaged the ache with his fingers.
He was never drinking again. Ever.
He threw his legs over the couch and slowly got to his feet. His phone was on the floor screen-down, so he picked it up and checked the time, feeling even more miserable when he noticed that it was half past one in the afternoon. Of course he had slept through the entire Sunday morning. He could see a few text messages and emails from Ashley. Nothing important thankfully since it was only the weekend. But it was still annoying that he had missed them at all. With a sigh, he cleared his notifications from her.
When he noticed a text from Homelander, he stopped in his tracks. He took a seat on the couch again and opened it. "Orange juice cures hangovers..." He read aloud. Right. He was tempted to ask why Homelander had left before he woke up but he figured that he already knew the answer to that. At least they didn't get any further than kissing. He assumed as much at least since he didn't wake up in his boxers. He looked up at the coffee table at the discarded shot glasses.
The missing bottle of cherry-flavored vodka caught his eye and he smirked despite himself. There hadn't been a lot left and he didn't pay full price for it, so he supposed there wasn't an issue with Homelander taking it for himself. That, and, Kevin honestly didn't have a say with what Homelander did.