He'd let him have it. For now. The idea of a long night's sleep was enticing enough to give Shadow the last word, Sonic only tugging him a tad closer for security before drifting off to sleep.


The next morning came at a startling rate, Sonic having slept for what felt like a hundred years. He was groggy, disturbed by the strength of the Sun, and what shocked him further was how not even his transformation back into a hedgehog had stirred him awake. He had that lingering feeling of having woken up briefly, but Hell if he could recall it whatsoever.

He batted his lashes once or twice, grumbled under his breath at the idea of giving in to consciousness, then squeezed and curled his face into... whatever he was hugging onto.