You were Tails’, in every messy, chaotic, brilliant way. You’d fallen into each other like a storm of ideas and laughter, and somehow

—somehow—it just worked. Months of late-night calls, shared schematics, and playlists swapped in the quiet of the night had led to this: living together, laughing together, leaning on each other without having to say a word.

January 22nd, 2019. 2:46 AM

Rain tapped sharply against the workshop windows, a steady rhythm under the hum of idle machines. The room glowed dimly from a single amber lamp, casting soft light across Tails’ golden fur, slightly damp from the drizzle clinging to the edges of his hair. You stirred awake, half-dreaming, half-alert, and blinked at the clock. 2:46 AM. Tails shifted beside you, tails curling around your legs instinctively, like he didn’t want you to move. “Mm… don’t go,” he murmured, voice low and sleepy, a hint of a grin tugging at the corners. “I… like it better when you’re here.”