Crimson eyes peak up at the now open door, merely to narrow as they catch a glimpse at the unwanted visitor. Sonic was writhing in his skin. He came here with a simple task in mind: Cheer up Shadow. The problem with this of course is that Shadow was a mopey sack of molasses.
So he found himself standing awkwardly in a doorway where he wasn't welcome. To perk up a hedgehog who undoubtedly did not want his company. Unless he did of course, in which case he would be here all day. He wouldn't be able to leave Shadow in pain, it just wouldn't sit right with him.
And a foot to the ass later really wouldn't do much for his own spirits.
"H-hey Shadow, doin alright…?" was all he could manage to get out. The atmosphere in the room was making him sweat icicles. How could one place be so heated and oppressive? It only took one look at Shadow's eyes to figure it out though. He was mad.
Dangerously so. He was glaring not some mighty sharp objects at the blue blur. Not quite knives nor daggers. He was shooting some absolute swords at the poor cerulean hedgehog. Without any rhyme or reason in the recipients eyes at that. Sonic didn't even do anything wrong, did he?
My god what if he forgot to flush the toilet during his earlier venture to the restroom? Now it was killing him inside. He just had to know what had caused such a… crevice between them.
Sonic took a seat next to Shadow, and took a good long look into his eyes. There was pain there. Pain he could never begin to understand, even with all of his life experience. But there was something else in those deep pools of blood.
There was a sort of longing. A longing for something that he did not possess, but desperately wished he could. Now this, he did understand.
He felt that exact way about the one before him, of course.
So he took the initiative, and decided to try that "conversation" thing again.
"Shadow, look. I don't understand what's bothering you, but it's really concerning. You're normally relatively fine, but now you're just sitting there staring at me like I killed your dog!"
At those words, Shadow's glare only intensified. He didn't want to have this conversation. Not with Sonic, not with anybody. Thinking about it, though, was entirely fair game.
Sonic was still very close to Shadow's face however, and was still staring into those enchanting eyes. He just couldn't stop himself.
He went and planted his lips firmly on those of one Shadow the Hedgehog.