Knuckles watched him with narrowed eyes. “Like a long visit?”
They dashed. Knuckles exploded forward, fists pounding the earth, raw power in his step. Sonic blurred like a comet, slicing the wind, but Knuckles’ knowledge of the terrain made him hard to outrun. They tumbled through ferns and leapt over roots, laughing in that way people do when they remember who they are in motion.
A slow warmth spread over Knuckles’ face—annoyance, pride, something softer he wasn’t used to naming. The beat between them lengthened until it felt like the island was holding its breath.
“Race?” Knuckles repeated, a corner of his mouth twitching.
“You’d come back,” Sonic said. “You always come back.”