Eddie sat on the couch in his apartment a few days later watching television. Venom was with him, of course, an ever present companion and friend. The symbiote was resting his head against his host’s shoulder, not unlike like how a child would sometimes cuddle with their mother.
A few tendrils loosely snaked around Eddie’s midsection to provide him with safety and comfort, keeping him close and secure, wrapped in Venom’s protective hold. His breath was warm on Eddie’s throat.
He hadn’t heard Eddie laugh in days, not even hardly smile as of late. It filled Venom with worry for his friend. He felt how much he was still hurting from when Anne broke it off with him, and the things she had said to him. It had hurt worse than when Riot had stabbed him through with his axe.
Actually, that had hurt much worse from a physical sense, but emotionally, Anne won by a landslide.
‘Eddie. You must stop feeling like this. It has been too long.’ Venom nuzzled his host’s shoulder. ‘You should know by now that I hate seeing you so unmotivated. This I cannot fix, cannot heal. That is all on you. You need to let it go,’
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