HOT MILK - HOMELANDER

MUCH ADO ABOUT MILK

The rally had gone... fine. Ashley had assured her the response was positive and that the numbers were doing well, whatever that meant.

Now, Jane found herself back in her apartment, still in her suit and makeup, feeling restless and useless.

Ashley had darted off in her usual state of panic, babbling about some new crisis.

Meanwhile, Jane sat here, alone, her thoughts spiralling.

She hadn't heard anything from the boys— they had not answered her calls or texts. Jane knew they were being hunted; they were fugitives, but the silence gnawed at her.

She could try to reach out, subtly ask if Vought had leads on them, or worse, if they'd actually caught them. She had to help them out somehow.

Just sitting here while things happened around her felt... degrading. She hadn't been chipped a relief and an advantage.

The boys had insisted that Vought chipped every supe they could get their hands on. Maybe they just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

Or had they forgotten it?

No, Jane found that hard to believe.

After some debate, Jane decided to go straight to the top. Madelyn Stillwell. Maybe showing interest in finding Vought's enemies would help her.

If she got on Stillwell's good side, it might make things easier in the long run.

She strode over to her office and knocked, her hand still raised when the door swung open abruptly.

She blinked, taken aback but not entirely surprised. After all, she'd seen Homelander with Stillwell making out.

"Oh, uh—Homelander?" she said, eyeing him.

"What do you want, Karma?" he snapped, his tone as sharp as a whip crack.

He seemed flustered, his expression uncharacteristically frazzled.

Jane squinted, noticing a white smear around his mouth, like a milk moustache.

He looked utterly ridiculous.

"I was just looking for Stillwell." She pointed at the name on the door as if he might have forgotten where he was. "This is her office."

"She's busy."

"Oh—well, could you maybe—"

"Are you as fucking dumb as you look?" His voice was laced with venom. "I said she was busy."

Jane's forced patience evaporated in an instant. "Let's talk about stupid. You've got some white stuff all over your mouth." She squinted, then added, "Is that... milk?" 

Homelander's hand shot up to his mouth, gloved fingers brushing against the telltale smear. He glanced down at his hand, his expression twisting into something almost embarrassed, childlike, as though caught red-handed in some bizarre act.

Jane leaned to the side, catching a glimpse of a milk bottle on Madelyn's desk behind him.

Before she could say another word, he yanked the door shut in her face.

"What. The. Actual. Hell," Jane muttered, completely floored.

Homelander was drinking Stillwell's... breast milk? Milk that was meant for her baby?

This was beyond freaky.

Disgusting, hilarious, and bizarre all at once.

She needed someone to share this little secret with, but who?