The bench was cold against his legs, but he honestly didn't care. He didn't care that it was one in the morning. He didn't care if it wasn't exactly warm- nor cold- outside, but rather that nippy in between. He didn't care.

He was just trying to convince himself to not go back.

Shadow would find her... He'd kill her. Or worse... Take her. Steal away that one thing Sonic had protected the first night he met her. That thing she found do precious. Something in some sick way, Sonic felt entitled too. But at the same time, he felt as if he was the least eligible to have it!

It wasn't his. But he felt it was his responsibility to protect it. To protect her.

She had association with him now, she was pretty much a big red target wielding a sign that said "HIT ME" in big, bold, red letters. And he couldn't let anybody see that target.

He didn't know why, but he had to protect her. Bright pink was an easy color to see, after all...

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He opened his eyes, taking in the look of the room around him. The walls were pure white.

Her guest room.

He came back last night... He was safe here. Shadow didn't know Amy. He couldn't track him down here. He couldn't hurt her...

The smell of bacon wafted through the room, and he exited the room, his nose stuck in the air, smelling the magnificent aromas. When he reached the stairs, his ears picked up delighted humming. She had no clue he snuck out last night, with full intent of not coming back. But he did.

He didn't want to disappoint her. His feet padded down the stairs, and he made his way into the kitchen, finding the girl still in her fairly short night gown, happily humming a tune to herself and cooking.

"Smells good."

Her ear twitched ever so slightly as she turned around. "Um... Thanks." He faintly noticed a blush on her cheeks. Maybe she just wasn't used to compliments.

"What're you making?" He took a seat at the table, taking notice of how two plates were set up.

"Bacon and eggs. You want coffee or... I have orange juice... Or milk."

If he was being honest, he was never a fan of coffee. "Orange juice. Thanks."

He was glad he came back.