kedreeva:

For @greenbergsays because she’s a closet romantic and deserves all the sappy things she can get her grubby little paws on ❤

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“What’s
it like where you’re from?” Eddie asked
one
night, when they were
flopped out on the couch in front of a movie they
were
not paying that much attention to anymore.
The symbiote was
puddled in his lap, teeth pointed up and eyes barely
slivers of silver
as Eddie dropped
it popcorn piece by piece. “They
said you lived on
an
asteroid.”

We
did not live on an asteroid,
it tells him patiently,
eyes opening enough to look at him. We
lived on a planet. Not like this one. Bigger.

Eddie
dropped it another piece of popcorn and watched in fascination as the
piece just… dissolved. “Did
you like it there?”

The
symbiote did not answer and for a few seconds, Eddie thought perhaps
it would not. The question was not a difficult one; Eddie knew that
it knew the difference between like and dislike. Which meant that its
answer, when it finally gave one, came
as no surprise.

No.

Then
the
puddle in his lap receded into his skin and he felt the symbiote
withdraw its mind away from his. If he’d thought it possible, Eddie
would say it retreated.
It
was definitely
sulking.

“Hey,”
he said softly, to no response at all. “Hey, I’m sorry, buddy. I
didn’t mean to upset you. We don’t gotta talk about it. Come on.
We still got half a bowl left, I don’t wanna eat this alone.”

Eddie
felt a stir of something at the word ‘eat’ but otherwise nothing.
He
didn’t like this. He didn’t like hurting the symbiote, didn’t
like when it wouldn’t talk to him. They were still trying to feel
each other out, and he knew they would hit snags, but he didn’t
have to like it.

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