[ As soon as Shadow lets go of him, Sonic stumbles off of the couch and makes his way over to the notebook, which he scoops up in his hands. He knows that Shadow doesn't want him looking, but he's just allowed him the chance, right? Might as well take it; leaving it would be a huge waste. When the black hedgehog mutters something about a nightmare, his ears perk and he glances down at the cover, a little askew because of how hastily his hedgehog companion closed it. What was in this that made him so terrified of him reading it?

Well, he's about to find out.

He peels the cover away and is greeted by the sight of writings and drawings -- drawings of him, writings of how Shadow would like to make him smile, spend time with him, among some other more intimate things. His eyes widen a fraction. This is the secret that his friend is trying to hide from him? That he admires him this much and doesn't have the courage to tell him?

Sonic's expression transforms... into...

... relief. He looks up, cocking an eye ridge. ]

That's all? I thought it was something serious! [ He grins a little. ] Glad it wasn't, though.