The apartment is in a state of disarray. The furniture is a mess of upturned wood and splinters that make it seem more like a warzone than someone's humble abode. Though it seems fitting considering the mental turmoil that seems to go into every decision he's been making. Is it his impulse or Venom's? Does he want this, or does the writhing black mass of alien tissue worked into the fiber of his being just want him to think he does?

He's not even sure why he opened the door when you knocked. You're a concerned acquaintance. He couldn't name your favorite color if he tried. You're just unfortunate enough to live next to a whirlwind of human emotions. Unfortunate enough to have been the one to investigate the loud noise before he'd time to retract Venom back under his skin when he'd accidentally broken his front door. Seems like you've both got bumluck.

So now he's got you situated on his dilapidated couch that he tore up not even a week or two ago. He's sure if he asked you to scootch, he'd see the stuffing and faded leather from where Venom had raked his claws across the surface. He wants to try to talk to you in all honesty. Hell, you already t know the biggest secret his life has to offer. But something mundane like the weather or asking if you have pets doesn't seem all that important in comparison.

So instead, he's just sitting in silence. Face screwed up as he tries to think of anything to say. "Did I mention my fiance recently dumped my ass? No? Oh, yeah no it was kinda related to the alien that I've got attached to me. What about my new desire for cannibalism? How I need to fight with myself to not tear off someone's limbs anytime I let Venom out? I haven't mentioned that? Huh."

He can practically feel Venom too, sliding under his skin like an overeager slug right behind his eyes. They think you're crazy Speak of the devil. Eddie groans and buries his face in his hands, fingers running through his hair as he mumbles back. "Shut up." He feels Venom practically chortle in response.