there is something so comforting to me as a dilettante storyteller about eddie being a good-hearted dumbass with no impulse control. like theres no foreign thought processes that i have to try and simulate if i want to write his response to a problem. if eddie sees his friend in a glass case, if eddie finds out the guy hes gonna interview is dealing with wrongful death suits, if theres an alien about to get in a spaceship and go tell his people that humans are edible, the thought process is uniformly I FIX THIS NOW WITH MY TWO BARE HANDS. absolutely no consequences, all that exists in that moment is him and the crisis
but, you say. things are different now. eddie stands between venom’s predatory urges and all the rest of the planet, he has to be the reasonable one now. and i say yes. if venom wants to consume every person standing in front of them at the in n out then eddie says no dude we have to wait.
but now this is the baseline. eddie is fielding requests for living flesh at any given mealtime and he is so responsible for not procuring any. he is the rational one in the relationship now and HIS decisions are the good decisions now. eddie says to venom hey instead of eating this guy responsible for workers rights violations, we should just break into his house and steal his laptop and eat everything in his kitchen. that way we’re exercising a little more discretion and venom says I WANT TO EAT A LIVING THING THOUGH and eddie says i know baby but this is an exercise in self control
eddie lives his life as though one time he met a trickster spirit willing to grant him one wish so he wished that no matter what problems he encountered, he would always have a solution, and the spirit granted his wish on the condition that the solution must always make things worse
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