John's brow furrowed slightly as the gigantic hands closed around his own. He watched as the living shell around the other's human form reacted to him, and crept up him. He didn't feel any fear, almost mesmerized by the way the living, shapeless mass latched onto him and curled around his forearm, coating him with a skin like Venom's own.
He blinked, and suddenly felt the strangest sensation. It was nothing like when Eric called to him, but it was definitely something to do with another consciousness.
Almost immediately, however, the warm mass rejected him, releasing back and snapping into Venom's shoulder, leaving a dark stain where it seemed to react badly to him. John started slightly at the sudden action and change in scenario, and lifted his arm curiously to stare at it.
Then he blinked and looked up at Venom before shrugging. "Whoops. Guess not, it doesn't seem to like me much," he chuckled with a flash of white teeth. "Ah well. I'll keep clomping around, I guess."