New Friends

Eddie gasped as they separated, Venom retreating below the surface of their shared skin. They had been running all night; he was ravenous. First things first, though.

Shaking his head, Eddie settled back into himself. "Why'd you do that?"

BAD GUY. The words appeared in Eddie's brain.

"Not him," Eddie hurried to the kitchen. "I meant the kitten." He formed a picture in his mind.

LITTLE ANIMAL.

"Yeah."

WEAK.

"Sure." Eddie tore open a bag of shredded cheese.

WOULD HAVE DIED. SAVED IT.

"Why?"

I'M SENSITIVE. CHEESE NOW.

"Sure, buddy." They left it at the shelter. They could go back.