"Dammit, Sonic, you are the one who-..."

Shadow froze, the remaining tingling of Sonic's liquor-scented breath still lingering on his muzzle, and it was then that he realized their position.

He'd twisted beneath him.

They now laid there, blue legs spread, chests pressed against each other, and bodies intertwining in a most... suggestive manner.

Only then did his alcohol-soaked brain finally absorb the awkward situation they were in, and at that, his cheeks began to burn.

Shit.

No.

"..."

He only stared down at him, bewildered and astonished, all while he remained suddenly more aware of his and Sonic's breathing.

"... All you want," he spoke slowly, "is for us to... be friends. Is that it?"