Before I lose my mind

He hadn’t expected her, but she was only reassured that she had indeed fully recovered and her steps were silent once more. He didn’t take long to relax against her and greet her softly as his attention fixated on the armor at his paws. Venom’s unprofessional demeanor was supposed to put him at ease, but Plague certainly didn’t seem relaxed. Even more so his constant movements and focus on his armor told her his mind was racing. She could only guess, and even then it was a poor one. Plague was secretive and private, and Venom wouldn’t admit to knowing him well beyond his skill.

That he spoke to her, and though hesitantly, started to let himself explain. Or try to, he stuttered for a moment before his question was completed. She leaned more fully against him, having nowhere to be in the near future she could devote all the time in the world to her brother. What had him so tight and worried, especially after meeting their nieces and nephew. ”Yes, for the most part.” She answered gently. She’d had dreams of their father and a glimpse of life after death. She wasn’t sure what all she truly believed but the teachings were at least guidelines. Something it seemed life lacked in many instances.

He was obviously worried, even if he tried hard to hide it. ”Which one… what about them has you worried?” She pressed lightly, her voice soft as she let up on how heavily she leaned against him, giving him room to breath and potentially escape if need be.