Alone in the room, Amy Rose kicked an imaginary stone, hands shyly pinned behind her back. Doing his best to block out the conversation, Shadow the hedgehog could not help but notice that her encounter with Sonic was strange. It was love freely given to the blue hero with no merit for her. She was willing to risk all for one who loved her not.
What was the dilemma was no concern of his. He was merely observing. His wandering gaze lasted on her for a mere minute. There was no way that he would comfort her. She had brought this on her own self by throwing her will to Sonic. Playing a sap, willing to be second fiddle to that mangy fake held no appeal to him. He decided to occupy his attention with other interesting objects, if any could be compared with her.
Not in the mood to stand like a fool in Shadow's standards, Amy moved away from the living room.
Chris had to leave, unable to help his friends because of school, making Shadow truly alone. Sonic the Numbskull took no note that Shadow sat on the couch the whole time. The life form had the tendency to stay quiet and unseen in the most unusual places. No matter how much in the open he was, he knew how to meld into the scenery.
In the midst of his sulking, his curious hand tapped the bandage placed around his cut arm. The touch of her caring fingers was fresh as well as her odd scent. Lingering in his nose were roses and garden soil from no doubt years of handling plants. The rose girl was apparently fascinated with gardening. No thought to his movements, his mended arm rose to his nose.
The soil scent smeared within the white specialized cloth was previously on her gloves but the scent of flowers was not. It was possibly her natural aroma. She was a fascinating creature indeed. Surely there something about her that was unveiled, a side that she felt inclined to hide forever from the senses of all earth dwellers.
Slowly dropping his arm, he realized that for one minute he felt concern for another, the adorer of his rival nonetheless. It was a great blow to his ego but perhaps the greatest lesson that he could ever deserve. He finally saw a glimpse of the necessity of caring for one another. The door to his frozen heart was slowly creaking open. With the right tools applied, he might fully recover it from the depths of tragic memory lost.