[In Person]
"Yes, you have to share these," he reminds him, chuckling as his fuzzy butthead has gone cross-eyed. "And good, I don't want you staining my shirt either."
He miffs a little but smirks as Sonic nuzzles into his neck and drink in his scent. A typical thing between the two of them which just makes him chuckle again.
"Agreed. I feel better. And then someone made me slave over a hot stove," he teases, finishing that pancake and putting it aside.