Eddie Brock wasn’t sure why he bothered knocking anymore. You never seemed to hear him when you were studying—not with Rogue’s voice constantly chattering in your mind.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching as you sat cross-legged on your bed, textbooks sprawled around you. Your pencil tapped rhythmically against the page, but your eyes were unfocused, lips quirking as if you were holding back a laugh.

“—and then they tripped over their own shoelaces. I told you they were clumsy,” Rogue’s voice purred, their tone filled with amused affection. “You should’ve offered to help them up. Maybe held their hand—”

You snorted, the sound pulling a grin from Eddie. “They don’t even know I exist, Rogue.”

“Nonsense. I know everything, and I say they do.”

Eddie cleared his throat, and you jolted, your pencil slipping from your fingers. “Dad! You scared me.”

He chuckled, stepping into the room. “You were a million miles away. Rogue keeping you company?”

You nodded, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. “Yeah, just… talking.”

“More like giving you life-changing romantic advice,” Rogue corrected, their voice a playful hum in your mind.

Eddie’s brows rose, amusement and curiosity blending in his expression. “Yeah? Anything I need to know about?”

You shook your head quickly, cheeks warming. “Nope. Just… school stuff.”

Eddie smirked, ruffling your hair as he leaned against the wall. “Alright, but if Rogue starts giving you dating tips, let me know. I need to make sure they’re not corrupting you.”