[ 'Help'. Maybe it's just a part of Venom's design, that he considers 'help' to be the continuing existence of the people around him. All a doctor expects of his patients are to listen to advice and keep persisting, after all; the rest is up to fate.
His mind wanders— trapped in some scattershot half-memory of an operating table— before it snaps, rubber-band-taut, back in the here and now.
Shoulders sagging just an inch, he nods. ]
Yeah. I know.
[ His mouth travels from knuckles to the back of Kaz's hand. A subtle gesture of acquiescence, and to some extent, fealty. ]
Keep me grounded, Kaz. [ When he's tired, when his memories start to fray, he can trust his XO to tell him where he is. Where to go. ] If I start drifting, reel me back in.
All you have to do is find me. [ The rest, Venom can do for himself— he promises. ]
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His mind wanders— trapped in some scattershot half-memory of an operating table— before it snaps, rubber-band-taut, back in the here and now.
Shoulders sagging just an inch, he nods. ]
Yeah. I know.
[ His mouth travels from knuckles to the back of Kaz's hand. A subtle gesture of acquiescence, and to some extent, fealty. ]
Keep me grounded, Kaz. [ When he's tired, when his memories start to fray, he can trust his XO to tell him where he is. Where to go. ] If I start drifting, reel me back in.
All you have to do is find me. [ The rest, Venom can do for himself— he promises. ]