"Your bed?" Sonic whispered, dipping his head back to keep some attention to Shadow as he followed instructions. "Is that where he usually sleeps?" That question wasn't without its bi-colored underbelly. Sure, it was an innocent enough query, but Sonic's reasoning lied within Shadow's treatment. Did he always keep the Chao so close?

Tucked in and patted on the head goodni--morning, Sonic had slipped to his knees so he had an excuse to rest his own head on a comfortable surface. He slept well, but it didn't fix all the damage weeks of insomnia had cost him. His ears dipped forward, eyes now unfocused but locked hazily onto their sleeping Chao.