[ Being a handful is a commitment Parker is very devoted to. And Prince would be right to think that Parker would not hear from him; he could tell him all the horrible things that could happen should he continue to deny the symbiote, the dangers of it, and he would still not listen, stubborn to a fault. Hell, even at the edge of death he continues to be stubborn.

The reply to his answer makes him groan, low rumble in the back of his throat, coupled with a petulant eyeroll. Not that Parker is any good at jokes either. To be honest, if they stand too close a black hole where all humour goes to die could be created. ]

I don't belong to one. [ Words that make his insides churn and stir and tangle uncomfortably, denying a desire that he has (no, no, doesn't, not him, the thing inside him, the same as the other thing inside, the thing that, when he goes over the limit, makes him crave for meat that is barely cooked, flesh--). ]

Whatever this mission is, I'll do it. But don't think for a second it's anything other than my will.