Groggy emerald eyes reluctantly cracked open. For a moment, the unfamiliar view they took in baffled their owner. 'Where's…?' And then he remembered the events that had taken place the previous night. That, coupled with the sight of a cold, unused pillow and a slightly ruffled blanket in place of his mate made him feel… guilty, to say the least. It wasn't like him to give in to anger so easily. 'Why'd I have to go and do that?' he fretted, pulling himself up with a yawn.
Once he'd made himself decent, Sonic hesitantly left the bedroom, which let out directly behind the living room couch. Upon said couch sat a certain streaked hedgehog, leaned back, engrossed in playing Halo Reach with the sound turned down, presumably so as not to wake Sonic or anyone in a neighboring apartment.
"So uh… is that game as good as everyone says…?" Sonic tried to strike up a conversation. "Pretty much," Shadow shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes never leaving the TV screen. Just as Sonic circled around the couch, ready to sit down and start a long apology, something about the couch itself caught his eye. There was a fresh stain on one of the cushions.
A white stain.
"Uh, Shadow…" the cobalt youth approached with caution, "… what exactly were you doing this morning before I got up?" "Couldn't sleep, got up, made some coffee, stuck a porn tape in the DVD player, sat down, jacked off for about half an hour…" Every event was listed off without a hint of care or eye contact. "Why?" Sonic furrowed his brow. "Because Heaven and Hell alike know you're not gonna touch me," Shadow finally set the X-Box controller down and looked Sonic in the eye, though his tone had a sarcastic edge to it.
"Excuse me?" the latter's right ear flicked in an involuntary show of irritation as he watched the other's actions, in disbelief of what he was hearing. The older hedgehog pulled himself off the couch, leaned toward the TV, pressed the power button to turn it off, then after what felt like an hour, finally stood up straight and turned and faced the one he was addressing. "You heard me. When was the last time we even had anything close to sex?" "Two weeks ago," the defending party answered matter-of-factly, folding his arms. "Saturday night, up against the bedroom wall. You slipped vodka in my Coke, if I remember correctly."
"Which you don't," countered the prosecution. "You had a few glasses too many and spilled some into my Pepsi. My point, however, is that our sex life is fucked." "Our whole relationship is fucked, Shadow!" the younger one flared abruptly, like a lit match to a balloon filled with helium. "And you're saying it's my fault?" "No, I'm saying I wish you would help me out a little here. Why can't we just sit down, talk about this, and try to figure things out?" Sonic's ears folded back as he asked his, making his upset state more apparent.
"Why, so you can tell me how it's all my fault, like you've been doing?" Shadow scoffed. "No thanks." "What is your problem lately?" Sonic pinned his ears against his head as he asked this. "Why do you have to be so defensive?" "Why do you have to be such a control freak?" "I'm not trying to control anything! I'm just trying to make things work again and you're not letting me! Don't you even care that we're this close to breaking up?" he held a hand up, with the tips of his index finger and thumb only slightly parted to emphasize his point. "At this point I'd welcome that," sable shoulders shrugged.
Sonic's gaze left his. He let his arms drop to his side, shook his head and glared poison daggers at the floor. "If you hate being with me so much then why don't you just go?" "Fine, I will." "What?" Emerald eyes shot up to grimace at nearly identical ruby eyes. "Don't look at me like that. You heard me. I'm leaving," Shadow announced, advancing toward the apartment's front door. He didn't even look back after he slammed it shut.
Author's Note: It doesn't get much better from here.