The pace of his heart had sent Sonic into a wind down. Eyelids falling like the Moon, ready to carry him toward the next day. Back in his body, back where he belonged. That whispering of something new and unusual was purring beneath his skin. He was warm in this coat as it was, but there was a perfection somewhere around here and while it wasn't either of them, it was something between them.

Sonic picked up a leaf, not as thoughtful as his prosing guide on the matter, but knowing that this whatever was certainly going to knock him out soon enough like a natural sedative. He picked up a leaf from behind Shadow and curled it back up toward his ear to tickle at it.

In other words, Shut your mouth, jerk.

Playfully, of course.