𝘖𝘏 𝘍𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙

Might depend on what kind of food it is.

He hasn’t had food like this in ages, so he’s not savoring it like he should, just focused on eating. The wine though was a slightly different story. He didn’t drink much, but did enjoy it.

He doesn’t deny. The moment he’s shown the food is safe, he starts to eat. And it’s *good, too. Some of the best food he’d had in a while.

He’s waiting for the other to eat first. He’s usually not one to turn down food, especially after how little food he’s had access to as of late, but he also has no trust in the other Supe.

…That would in fact make him feel better. There’s a tentative thanks there, purely because he needs to eat. And he’ll trust his words…for now.

Looking at him, skeptic. Unfortunately he is hungry but he does not trust Oh Father.

Raises a dark eyebrow.

“in that case , pen me in for breakfast tomorrow .” she grinned . “though i feel bad just taking , is there anything you want ?” she pointed to the wine bottle . “i can open a shadow portal to Italy and get you a really fancy red .”

“careful , i tend to abuse my privileges . you’re gonna get sick of me by day three . . .” she said with a chuckle .

"Not agreeing with Homelander is wrong these days, unless..." Unless he had his own doubts. That's where she trailed off. He would fill in the blank.

"Yeah, don't I know it... Oh, to hell with pretending. You know I'm not here to worship him." She expelled a huff now and turned on her heel, dropping heavily into one of the pews that faced the massive idol of her former leader. "Yet you're not kicking me out. Why?"

“lucky , i barely have time to sleep these days .” she replied with a slight pout . “it’s good you have time for this , always make time for the small things . and i’m not just saying that in hopes of getting more food in the future —”

He glances around and grabs a towel, wrapping himself from the chest down. " o-oh...right i uh...I guess I never have anyone else here...i-im sorry, Father... " He hangs his head in shame, swallowing harshly and avoidng eye contact completely

He squeals as he hears his voice and then sees him in the mirror, trying desperately and failing miserably as he tries to cover himself with his hands " F-FATHER! WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING I-IN MY APARTMENT! " his face is a deep shade of red, absolutely mortified

he stopped, turned and looked over his shoulder at the man. “the list of people that will eventually need to be killed off.” he continued to walk, ready to leave this nasty church behind him.