[Wise move, Gabriel. There's the barest sound of a window rasping itself open, and the sound of claws gingerly wrapping themselves around the sill. With purpose, the symbiote slowly pulls itself inside, crouched low within the shadows as it approaches the couch.]
[Familiarity. It pauses, those white, blank eyes slipping over the sleeping man's face, observing, recognizing. It knows him. That brings hesitation, reluctance, but acceptance. There is no choice. It cannot deny its need, and if this one must fall to further that, then so it must be. Slowly, they lifted one clawed hand, nails sharpening and extending with killing intent.]