[It takes awhile - too long - for Peter to focus on that voice and realize he does recognize it after all, when he struggles to concentrate through the fog and the nausea. His head lifts as he reaches out to brace himself against the wall in an effort not to go wobbling to the left as if it matters much at this point. Venom, right. Yeah. Coworker slash casual FWB whenever they want to blow off steam or just trade work stories on their lunch breaks. Yeah, he remembers the dude.]
Yeah, no. They'll just kill me before I can make it right -
[And that's as far as he gets when he lurches forward, intending to brush past Venom, and his legs suddenly give out under him like he's suddenly Gumby. Peter pitches toward Venom with a surprised grunt]
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Yeah, no. They'll just kill me before I can make it right -
[And that's as far as he gets when he lurches forward, intending to brush past Venom, and his legs suddenly give out under him like he's suddenly Gumby. Peter pitches toward Venom with a surprised grunt]