[ His fingers quirk upwards under Kaz's jaw in response to the gesture, gloved fingers brushing just by a steady pulse. The contact's gotten easier, more natural over the past few weeks— call it a product of bonding on the field.

Venom pulls up a chair and gets himself situated once that's done, preferring not to be the one looming over his companion while he talks. No need for intimidation, not here. ]

I'm thinking that we're still being kept in the dark.

[ That's a long piece of input from Venom. He sighs through his nose, watching as DD contents himself with his status check on Uncle Kaz. ]

They've left bodies in their wake. Not a good sign of faith.