“Race?” Knuckles repeated, a corner of his mouth twitching.

Knuckles barked a laugh—sharp, delighted. “You’re on.”

“You aren’t like the others,” Knuckles continued. “You don’t try to change me.”

“Maybe,” Sonic grinned. “Depends on the chili dog situation.”

“You did amazing,” Sonic said honestly, and it felt like a small miracle to say something without a punchline. Knuckles’ jaw softened.