gammundcrstand ╱ betty ross.
Life’s Messy, you know? I’m kind of an expert on that.
@tofindtruth cont’d from here
“No I - …I believe I’d know if I were dreaming, wouldn’t I?”
The rain’s got her completely drenched, arms clasped and shaken- correction shaking from the cold and the wet and the gigantic thing that just…that just ate a person. Dear lord!!!!!! It spit out her purse the thief had taken and gave it back to her. And this man, this man was- just like him. Oh she felt a migraine coming on. A big one. She mirrored his action, smoothing a sopping wet tendril away from her faceand held her forehead trying to. Well, it was hard to speak but she was processing. Give her a moment. She stammered, “s-….sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m um. I’m Elizabeth….Betty…Betty Ross. My name’s Betty Ross.”
She held out a hand. “You um. You got a place? I mean. Mine’s not too far from here if you um. And him….want to dry off???” Least she could do. She laughed nervously. “I-I think I’ve got tater tots if he’s still hungry. You know. After eating..a person.” Somehow she ends up clapping a hand to cover a smile. “Oh gosh. I just said that with a straight face.”
oh god has he stepped in it. eddie isn’t quite sure how he always gets himself into messes like these — aside from the obvious lack of caution, impulse control, and rational thinking — but he sure is tired of it. all of this is giving him a headache. “i, uh, i didn’t... i’m sorry. you seem really freaked out.” unless she just stutters normally. maybe she stutters normally! no, there’s no way. he knows better. seeing venom eat somebody can really fuck you up. shit, he feels guilty. “i’m sorry. i just — i saw that guy take your purse and i didn’t really stop to think, i just reacted, or we reacted, i guess, and i just wanted to get your purse back.” which, to be fair, he succeeded in doing.
“uh, eddie brock.” he shakes the offered hand, although noticeably hesitant. his name has brought up nothing but negativity since he got fired. he’s a joke and a vigilante and she just saw him and venom eat a man. “no, no, i’ve got a place. of course i’ve got a place. and that’s a really, really nice offer, um... betty, but i just... what you just saw, it — i’m not exactly the best kind of person to be around and i don’t wanna put you in danger, and we’re really tired and you should get some sleep too, probably, so we should just go our separate ways, i think.” his nervous babbling ends only momentarily, giving him just long enough to look up at her with concern in his eyes.
“but, if you wanted, i guess i could... at least walk you home, right? make sure there are no other purse snatchers lurking around or whatever. i’d hate to rescue you for you to get hurt as soon as i look away, you know.”
