[ He's always reveled in silence, and now that he knows who he is (who he really is), he fancies that it's because some past part of him's learned how to communicate with the nonverbals, with the shifts and the heartbeats that convey so much more than idle words. Angela breathes against his collar, intermittently shallow and trying desperately to steady, and that's enough of an indication to Venom that he's made the right choice. She was in no condition to walk to her room on her own. ]
...Get some sleep.
[ No acknowledgment of her thanks, being that he never asked for it. He lingers near the wall, lets the figure curled in his arms find a spot she can get comfortable in (as comfortable as being toted around by another person can get), before he sets off down the hall at a slow, measured pace. Matching the click of his boots against linoleum with the steady one-two beat of his heart against his ribs, knowing that there's a certain rhythm that facilitates the process of winding down.
Like his namesake (the one he hasn't informed Angela of, the one she might find out about later), his bionic snakes carefully at her shoulders, coils and rests to steady her weight for minimum jostling.
For a venomous serpent, Venom Snake is hilariously mild. ]
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...Get some sleep.
[ No acknowledgment of her thanks, being that he never asked for it. He lingers near the wall, lets the figure curled in his arms find a spot she can get comfortable in (as comfortable as being toted around by another person can get), before he sets off down the hall at a slow, measured pace. Matching the click of his boots against linoleum with the steady one-two beat of his heart against his ribs, knowing that there's a certain rhythm that facilitates the process of winding down.
Like his namesake (the one he hasn't informed Angela of, the one she might find out about later), his bionic snakes carefully at her shoulders, coils and rests to steady her weight for minimum jostling.
For a venomous serpent, Venom Snake is hilariously mild. ]