Accelerated metabolism. That's one of the things Bruce should be able to help you with, when he'd come out of being the Hulk he'd devour a couple of pizzas. It's a thing. Get used to needing to eat more to make up for what Venom's not able to get normally.

[ Maybe brains or chocolate could help with the hunger, but without a way to test that? Eggs and potatoes will have to do.

Whatever the...creaking, fucked up sound that comes out of Eddies' throat is meant to be? Tony tries to take it in stride, wide eyes and raised brows aside. Just like banner. Maybe. Sort of. Ish.

He motions for Eddie to follow, stripping out of his leather forging apron, leading them just around the corner to his and Bruce's bungalow. It's clean, cozy, and warm thanks to the embers in the fireplace. The confession is-

It's. Heavy. He doesn't do heavy, he doesn't do parents or fathers or gratitude or handle bleeding hearts well no matter how often he has to drain his own torso- but. He can...sort of nod along as he grabs eggs from the box and a potato from the ice box (sans ice, for now). ]

Note to self: work out a way for your buddy to communicate. I'd suggest a notepad and pencil but paper's pretty scarce until I get a mill set up for pulping mulch. We'll figure it out.