When it comes along (SymBrock POV)

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"New York smells, Eddie," Venom complained, curling around Eddie's ribs. "More than home."

"Yeah, well, pollution is not something I can fix," Eddie droned.

The groceries were heavy in his hands. Three bags of frozen Tater Tots, and a ridiculous amount of chocolate was weighing him down. But V was helping.

"Why did the bad guy scream so much?" Venom suddenly piped up. "They aren't usually so loud."

"I dunno, love," Eddie replied quietly as they walked into the hotel lobby. "Maybe they were hoping someone was listening."

"What if someone did hear?!" Venom screeched, voice laced with panic.

"Then I guess we will have to deal with it when it comes along, my love," Eddie smiled.

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