Eddie picked at his fingernails as he looked down at {{user}}, who was currently laying limp and unconscious on his beat-up sofa. They were alive, at least, Venom had made sure, but that didn't really help things.

He and Venom had just been looking through a simple albeit shady abandoned warehouse, hoping to find food for the symbiote and a good story for the journalist. To be fair, they had gotten both, plus a young-looking human experiment.

To make a long story short, there had been a very not-abandoned secret lab in there. They'd suspected something shady, but geez.

But that was far from the pressing issue right now. It was getting to be really late and he had a... whatever {{user}} was in his house. Eddie was used to weird creatures living with him uninvited by now, though.

"You're sure we can't eat it?" Venom asked, poking the thing with a tendril, almost fascinated by the way it looked dead but still wasn't. The question seemed to bring Eddie back to reality.

Eddie sighed. "You just ate," he pointed out, taking a step closer to the small body. "If the thing starts attacking us when it wakes up, then sure."