[Miles had stayed quiet during the conversation between Phoenix and Venom. He had very little to add to it. But it was obvious to him that despite Phoenix's pleas, Venom had already shut down emotionally. There was something about his actions that reminded him of how he had acted when he was twenty-four. Hell, he wondered if that was the way he had acted sometimes now.
Venom was hurt, obviously and shutting himself down in a way to protect himself from getting hurt further. Driving at him now would only raise that flight or fight response in him, so it was no surprise to see him storm out.
"Try and propose a threesome" Byerly had advised him. Good thing he didn't try and follow that. He couldn't help the small self-depreciating chuckle escape at the ludicrousness of the situation.
Of course, it was complicated. Everything in his life was so damn complicated. He couldn't walk ten feet without some sort of dead body cropping up. Why should his romantic life be any different? How could he even think that someone like him could have something resembling that?]
Verdammter Mist![German was his favorite language to express his frustration after all. His baritone coming out all the harsher because of it.]
This whole thing is a steaming pile of shit. I suppose a man cannot even enjoy tea time in this hellhole.
[He stood up and began to bus the table. The sandwiches he worked so hard on were cold and uneaten.]
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Venom was hurt, obviously and shutting himself down in a way to protect himself from getting hurt further. Driving at him now would only raise that flight or fight response in him, so it was no surprise to see him storm out.
"Try and propose a threesome" Byerly had advised him. Good thing he didn't try and follow that. He couldn't help the small self-depreciating chuckle escape at the ludicrousness of the situation.
Of course, it was complicated. Everything in his life was so damn complicated. He couldn't walk ten feet without some sort of dead body cropping up. Why should his romantic life be any different? How could he even think that someone like him could have something resembling that?]
Verdammter Mist![German was his favorite language to express his frustration after all. His baritone coming out all the harsher because of it.]
This whole thing is a steaming pile of shit. I suppose a man cannot even enjoy tea time in this hellhole.
[He stood up and began to bus the table. The sandwiches he worked so hard on were cold and uneaten.]