( the thing that separates the good journalists from the great journalists is knowing when to talk and knowing when to listen. eddie's a pretty great journalist despite himself, so he knows the best thing to do here is keep quiet and let dylan go through the seven stages of 'Holy Fuck I Have a Crush' without judgment. he looks between the surface of the water rippling in the breeze and the surface of dylan buckling under this newfound realization, and when it seems that dylan has come back to earth, eddie nods. )
Yeah... Yeah, I've been there.
( truth be told, eddie hadn't planned for this conversation at all, so he has no idea what direction he'd meant to go with it. he'd considered warning dylan against letting hunter drag him into trouble, but dylan is a good kid, and a little trouble every now and again is far from a bad thing, so that's not what really what he cares about.
another part of him considers safety, in the most vague of sense, but, again, hunter doesn't seem like a problem in that regard, either.
maybe he just wanted to give dylan a heart attack for the hell of it— )
IF YOU TRULY CARE FOR HIM, YOU MUST DEDICATE TIME TO KNOW HIM.
LEARN HIM. INSIDE AND OUT. HIS HOBBIES. HIS FAVORITE FOODS.
WHAT HE WOULD KILL FOR. THE SNORING PATTERNS OF HIS REM CYCLE.
IF HE CARES FOR YOU, HE WILL DO THE SAME.
ONLY THEN CAN THERE BE HOPE... ...FOR A FUTURE... WITH ONE ANOTHER IN IT.
( to punctuate this, he nuzzles his head against eddie's in the grossest display of public affection to ever grace this planet. venom, geez, not in front of the kid. )
[ Dylan watches Venom intently as he speaks, and he smiles warmly at the sight of Venom nuzzling Eddie. This... is really how it should be, he supposes, seeing how much they care about each other in moments like this. Even if Eddie looks a little embarrassed about it.
He scoots a little closer to them, looking out over the pond. ]
I'm... scared, I think. Now that I know I... like him, [ just the thought of it makes his heart beat faster] I can't un-know it, you know?
If he doesn't feel the same way, what do I do? How do I make it stop?
( eddie wants to hate it but, ugh, he can't bring himself to be mad when venom is being so sincere and flooding their connection with so many lovey-dovey emotions. the most he can do in this moment is tilt his head against venom's and scratch him under the gooey chin. )
Yeah, what V said... minus the snoring thing... I don't snore. YOU DO. Uh, no... No, I don't think I do. YOU DO. LIKE A TINY BEAR. AND IT IS NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF.
MANY OF THE GREATS SNORE.
LIKE OUR LORD AND SAVIOR, NICKI MINAJ.
How??? Would you know that???
( idiots, focus. )
Dylan. Right.
Honestly, I don't think that's something you're going to have to worry about with this one. With Hunter. I think you'll both... I mean, I have it on good authority that not feeling the same way isn't gonna be a problem.
BUT... IF HE DOES NOT ACCEPT YOUR FEELINGS, EAT HIM. WHOLE. CONSUME HIS HEAD UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT BUT BONES.
[ Dylan starts to laugh, and feels his anxiety melt away. This was... so wonderful and comfortable. He thinks about maybe someday reaching his level of comfort with Hunter, to know his ins and outs the way Venom knows Eddie's, to banter with him so casually about anything like this.
The thought makes him feel... so warm. And the fluttering is back in his stomach, but its... it's not as scary as it was before. He closes his eyes, listening to them banter over the sound of the pond lapping at the shore. ]
I don't think I'll eat him. I'll have means and motive, no jury would acquit.
[ He lets himself tip to the side, leaning heavily into Eddie, resting his head on Eddie's arm. ]
Thanks, though. For the pep talk. It'd be... nice to have what you two have.
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Yeah... Yeah, I've been there.
( truth be told, eddie hadn't planned for this conversation at all, so he has no idea what direction he'd meant to go with it. he'd considered warning dylan against letting hunter drag him into trouble, but dylan is a good kid, and a little trouble every now and again is far from a bad thing, so that's not what really what he cares about.
another part of him considers safety, in the most vague of sense, but, again, hunter doesn't seem like a problem in that regard, either.
maybe he just wanted to give dylan a heart attack for the hell of it— )
IF YOU TRULY CARE FOR HIM,
YOU MUST DEDICATE TIME TO KNOW HIM.
LEARN HIM.
INSIDE AND OUT.
HIS HOBBIES.
HIS FAVORITE FOODS.
WHAT HE WOULD KILL FOR.
THE SNORING PATTERNS OF HIS REM CYCLE.
IF HE CARES FOR YOU,
HE WILL DO THE SAME.
ONLY THEN CAN THERE BE HOPE...
...FOR A FUTURE...
WITH ONE ANOTHER IN IT.
( to punctuate this, he nuzzles his head against eddie's in the grossest display of public affection to ever grace this planet. venom, geez, not in front of the kid. )
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He scoots a little closer to them, looking out over the pond. ]
I'm... scared, I think. Now that I know I... like him, [ just the thought of it makes his heart beat faster] I can't un-know it, you know?
If he doesn't feel the same way, what do I do? How do I make it stop?
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Yeah, what V said... minus the snoring thing... I don't snore.
YOU DO.
Uh, no... No, I don't think I do.
YOU DO.
LIKE A TINY BEAR.
AND IT IS NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF.
MANY OF THE GREATS SNORE.
LIKE OUR LORD AND SAVIOR,
NICKI MINAJ.
How??? Would you know that???
( idiots, focus. )
Dylan. Right.
Honestly, I don't think that's something you're going to have to worry about with this one. With Hunter. I think you'll both... I mean, I have it on good authority that not feeling the same way isn't gonna be a problem.
BUT...
IF HE DOES NOT ACCEPT YOUR FEELINGS,
EAT HIM.
WHOLE.
CONSUME HIS HEAD UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT BUT BONES.
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The thought makes him feel... so warm. And the fluttering is back in his stomach, but its... it's not as scary as it was before. He closes his eyes, listening to them banter over the sound of the pond lapping at the shore. ]
I don't think I'll eat him. I'll have means and motive, no jury would acquit.
[ He lets himself tip to the side, leaning heavily into Eddie, resting his head on Eddie's arm. ]
Thanks, though. For the pep talk. It'd be... nice to have what you two have.