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"I know what it's like to want to go home." Knuckles stated, ending the companionable silence between the two reading teens.
“Huh?” Sonic, confused, looked up from his comic book and gazed at the book Knuckles was reading; HG Wells.
“You said you missed home earlier."
“I wasn't talking to you.”
“I know.” Rising quickly, Knuckles left his book on the floor to join Sonic on the bed. Reaching out, he slid his hand into Sonic's quills and pulled him close. Pressing their foreheads together, he sighed, “But we are home here.”
Blushing, Sonic nodded against him.
“We are, huh?”