Fortunately for Shadow, no one had taped the previous scene. He'd been able to avoid Sonic for a week, which was good. It might show signs of the Faker giving up. If that was possible.
During the duration, he hadn't eaten anything and had slept rarely; he'd just put his energy into hiding.
It should've been enough time for Sonic to think about what he was putting Shadow through, he reasoned. He decided to return to his "house": a small flat, which he only had because the landowner was somewhat afraid of the hedgehog, and besides he owed Shadow a favor or two.
Slowly opening the door, he listened to that familiar sound of creaking hinges. When he opened the door, there already was a lingering suspicion. The usually musty smell had been replaced with - what was that? A vanilla fragrance?
"Hi, Shadsie!"
That dreaded voice. Coming from that dreaded hedgehog.
"Why the hell are you in my apartment?" Shadow growled softly, tired from the long week and pissed that Sonic'd even dare to come to his abode.
Sonic frowned. "It's not really an apartment. My apartment is a whole lot more-"
"Shut up. I don't care. Just answer my fucking question." He wasn't in a good mood. Everything he did to stop Sonic was futile, it seemed..
The language made him wince, figuring that Shadow only used such when he was really, really disturbed. "I just wanted to stop by," he pouted, looking at the floor. His ears drooped.
Perhaps this would have cut it a few weeks ago, but not today. Not now. "Listen to me very carefully, faker. I won't repeat myself."
The ebony hedgehog glared at Sonic until his gaze was met.
"Good. You. Are. Going. To. Leave. Right. NOW."
Perhaps any normal person/hedgehog would have left right there, even Rouge would've, but this is Sonic that we're talking about, after all...
He continued pouting, now seeming a little angry.
"I'm sorry that I'm not welcome here, but while you've been gone doing I don't know what for the past week, I've tried to make your living space as comfortable as possible-"
"I don't care! I don't want you in here, and I didn't ask you to do anything for me!"
"I just thought that, for once, you might lighten up-"
Shadow growled, now even more furious that Sonic wasn't leaving. "I don't need to 'lighten up'; nor will anything you do make me do so, because you. Mean. NOTHING. To me."
This probably hurt Sonic more than everything else.
"But, the kiss," he muttered, looking down at the floor now, his shoulders sagged and it gave him a very depressed look.
"The kiss was meaningless, just like you; YOU were the one who led that act of idiocy. And if you know what's good for you, faker, you'll leave right NOW!"
He panted, out of breath from letting it all out at once, and still deprived of nutrients - he looked, and felt, pretty crappy right now. Half of him wouldn't mind the faker staying as long as he made some nice, warm pancakes or something.
Sonic frowned. Did Shadow feel nothing at all at the park? Maybe, perhaps, he was just following on something futile he'd taken as a hunch...

There was a long silence between the two, with Shadow panting and Sonic just staring at the floor...

Then, Sonic smirked.
"Well, Shadow, you see...I don't know what's good for me. So, wanna do it once before I leave?"

"Damnit. It's useless, isn't it," Shadow muttered, climbing into bed and trying to ignore Sonic as much as he could. His stomach rumbled, but what the heck, he could eat after he woke up.
Of course, the intruding hedgehog heard this, and rubbed Shadow's head fondly. "I'll make some food," he whispered, smiling because Shadow had let out a muffled purr before falling asleep.