[His breathing hitches, grip tightening even further, if it is even possible at this point... and then just as suddenly, it loosens, just a little. It isn't enough to let Sonic go free to snatch that notebook, but it does make his grasp a little more bearable to be in.
He stares at him, distrust coursing through his body and expression. What if he tells him? Would he laugh at him? Put him down? Deny him and leave him? What if he found out and reciprocated, and then, dear god, he dies? Just like Maria did...
He bites down on his lip.
At times, he really does wish he was as mortal as Sonic himself is.]
CRUEL BUT TRUE
He stares at him, distrust coursing through his body and expression. What if he tells him? Would he laugh at him? Put him down? Deny him and leave him? What if he found out and reciprocated, and then, dear god, he dies? Just like Maria did...
He bites down on his lip.
At times, he really does wish he was as mortal as Sonic himself is.]
...
It is for the better that you don't know.