[ Dorian's told Venom about the implications of being 'tranquil', and none of them are particularly good. Both the lack of something that you'd been born having and the baggage behind not having it are likely to put a damper on things (understatement); there's really no wonder why Dorian is restless. Nauseous.

It's not something Venom is going to hold against Dorian, but it's also not something he's going to consistently reinforce. There's something in the air here that makes his empathetic intuitions more honed, and he only needs to close his eye for a split second to feel the discomfort flowing out of his companion in waves.

Trying to be upright is always such a struggle. ]

Medics back in my world weren't always as polite as your potions. [ When Venom opens his mouth again, it's with a sense of fond detachment; like reading a passage out of a book he's read many, many times. ] Take my word for it when I say that they'd find a way to ruin the concept of fingers in your mouth.

[ And— well. See, Venom can have a sense of humor too.

But he stops before he answers the question, waving aside his pretenses to formulate something honest. ]

I've been better. [ 'Fine' is such a dismissive word to use, after all. ] Same as you. Trying to find ways to keep myself out of my own head.