After losing Venom, Eddie wasn't himself anymore. He felt scared and alone. He hadn't told Anne or Dan about his nightmares and his lack of sleep.
He figured he would try to cope on his own, he didn't really need their help, right?
In reality, he did need their help. Losing Venom felt like losing a part of him, something he never truly felt before until now.
He knew there was no chance that Venom had survived the fire.
His phone started to ring. Eddie took it out of his pocket to see who was calling him.
Anne.
Of course. He decided to answer it, something he hadn't done in a while.
"Eddie, oh my fucking god, why haven't you been answering?" He heard Anne say in an upset and worried tone.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I've just been trying to cope after Venom died..." Was all Eddie replied with, before shaking his head at how idiotic he sounds.
"Damn... well... just know that Dan and I are here for you, you know?" Anne says back.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Eddie responded.
"We should catch up with eachother- you know? You can hang out with Dan and I tomorrow, if you want." Anne offered.
"Maybe." Eddie answers, before Anne tells him goodnight and hangs up.
In the morning, Eddie hears it. Venom's fucking voice as he was about to make himself breakfast.
"Eddie."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Venom?"
"Yes. Why are you surprised I survived? And I'm hungry, so you might as well feed us now."
"Sure, sure... tator tots, I presume?"
"Obviously."