codicies: (01 big shock)
Dylan Brock (616) ([personal profile] codicies) wrote in [community profile] metalogs 2023-11-04 01:19 am (UTC)

Dylan's slumped against the other arm of the couch, mindlessly scrolling TikTok but comforted by the presence of friends —

— Dylan had been suspended in the air, swinging from the rooftops across New York, wrapped up in the symbiote — Something that might normally comforting, but anxiety was coursing through both of them. Concern over the newborn Symbiote's well-being, mistrust and anger that its first host was a wildcard like Natasha, panic when they could all feel Toxin and Bren were suddenly in terrible danger.

He was letting the symbiote take the lead, feeling its paternal worry for Toxin bleeding with his own thoughts. Toxin is our grandson, it had said with Dylan's lips, and he didn't dispute it. Grandson or nephew, it didn't matter; Toxin was their responsibility now, and —

"—Tim!"

Dylan was in the air, and now he's on a couch, like snapping awake from a nightmare. His adrenaline's already pumping when he sees Tim collapse, and Nico dive for him. Dylan's on his feet without delay, bolting to their side to help assess the damage.

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