but she didn't ever hold me

“Never.” he said, commitment and fondness forming in that one loyal word, as he looked up at the standing woman, a slight smile on his lips. Nothing had chased away the boredom, frustration and pain until Deathbelle had stepped into the den. She was a balm to his hurts, and he didn’t want her to leave. He would never be selfish enough to ask her to stay, but the thought was there.

“Let’s face it, they were never going to stay tiny. Too much trouble bundles into little forms, they had to grow, to expand just how much trouble they could get into.” he teased, thinking fondly of her children, and especially of Venom, who he had connected with the strongest.