He really, truly was the epitome of exhaustion. He pulled the blanket close to his collar with lazy fingers, one eye pressed closed against the sheets and the other relaxing on Shadow's cheeks. He couldn't seem to keep steady with the eye contact, so he accept what his sights did allow for. His cheeks were slightly blushed by the contact, but it was simply a physical reaction, detached from anything more.

"We should name him," Sonic diverted, not wanting to discuss how weak he felt in this instance. "I think anyone would want a name, right?" He caught himself lingering on the memory of Chip and how he felt desperate before Sonic gave him something to identify with. It had calmed him, even if it was only a temporary bandage to a greater problem.