[ Eddie nods slowly. It sounds crazy, like something out of a comic book, and is kind of a lot to take in. Which Eddie supposes is also kind of rich, considering everything that's happened since he snuck into the Life Foundation that night, and since they're here in this magic-powered fantasy craphole- ]
[ A symbiote tendril has pressed up out of the collar of Eddie's shirt and shaped itself into Venom's head. He's lost patience waiting for Eddie to give him a turn, apparently. The horribly familiar railspike rictus, the white eyepatches, he's unmistakably himself. Venom's head sways protectively in front of Eddie's chest, eyes narrowing. ]
As if I would want anything to do with you. I already have one disheveled loser.
[ Eddie lets out an explosive little noise of exasperation. ]
Thanks.
If he's going to talk about me, he can talk to my face. It's only fair.
[ At least he's not going anywhere. Venom's defending their honor, a hovering specter of indignation. ]
He's talking about other versions of you!
[ Eddie gesticulates at him. This hissing frustration is clearly a normal part of talking to the alien. ]
no subject
[ A symbiote tendril has pressed up out of the collar of Eddie's shirt and shaped itself into Venom's head. He's lost patience waiting for Eddie to give him a turn, apparently. The horribly familiar railspike rictus, the white eyepatches, he's unmistakably himself. Venom's head sways protectively in front of Eddie's chest, eyes narrowing. ]
As if I would want anything to do with you. I already have one disheveled loser.
[ Eddie lets out an explosive little noise of exasperation. ]
Thanks.
If he's going to talk about me, he can talk to my face. It's only fair.
[ At least he's not going anywhere. Venom's defending their honor, a hovering specter of indignation. ]
He's talking about other versions of you!
[ Eddie gesticulates at him. This hissing frustration is clearly a normal part of talking to the alien. ]
I'm sure they'd appreciate it.