There was an itch at the back of his neck that wouldn’t go away. Eddie was doing his best to ignore it, to pretend that it wasn’t there. Knowing what it was, he thought it best to pay it no attention, to leave it alone until it went away and stayed there. He’d let it out after he was away from her, and then it could stop poking and prodding and whining in his ear.
“They’re idiots. The world is ending and they’re worrying about milking this water thing for all it’s worth. Somebody should…” The sentence hung unfinished. He knew how it would have ended and there was no need to feed the destructive appetite of the symbiote, not while he was in her company. He desired it unconscious. Stirring and hungry wouldn’t do.
He should have sat, but he didn’t dare relax or look away from himself. A second was all it took for it to decide that it wasn’t going to stay curled up and quiet any longer.
“I’m better than most people these days. I’m tired, but I’m hoping that will stop once this is over. It comes and it—” Comes again and again and all over again. The sharpening of his teeth bit through his gums and the stray tendril sliding up his neck extended and slithered up and down the side of his face.
Eddie groaned and the groan withered away into the beginnings of a low, animalistic growl.
Whipping his head to the side, he tried to peer at where it had started. He could see nothing and looked at her instead. “See what I mean,” he said in a voice that was already deepening into Venom’s erratic, arrogant way of speaking.