[ As trite as the saying is, 'life is too short'. It's a series of comings-and-goings, of gains overshadowed by losses, and Venom doesn't fancy that he'll live long enough to see people grow old with him and linger. Which is precisely why he treats the present as something absolute, why he doesn't second-guess Angela's weight in his arms or her hair against his chin.
He might never see her again (she might be better for it), but at the moment, he's done all he can for her.
Like a ghost, he finds himself in the shadowed halls of Nomo Deck, and like a specter, he places Angela's hand against the door leaning into her quarters to let himself in. The only indication that her encounter with him happened at all is her eventual displacement onto her bed, instead of her back still pressed against the wall leading to the medbay; shoes removed and lined neatly on the floor, blanket pulled up just up to her shoulders.
Venom Snake doesn't say 'you're welcome', but his backwards glance before he leaves is a substitute for it. 'Rest well'. ]
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He might never see her again (she might be better for it), but at the moment, he's done all he can for her.
Like a ghost, he finds himself in the shadowed halls of Nomo Deck, and like a specter, he places Angela's hand against the door leaning into her quarters to let himself in. The only indication that her encounter with him happened at all is her eventual displacement onto her bed, instead of her back still pressed against the wall leading to the medbay; shoes removed and lined neatly on the floor, blanket pulled up just up to her shoulders.
Venom Snake doesn't say 'you're welcome', but his backwards glance before he leaves is a substitute for it. 'Rest well'. ]