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Surge sniffled into her pillow - she wasn't crying, of course. Surge never did. She just had a cold. Probably.
The Restoration had supplied her with a set of pyjamas, though they were far too clinical for her tastes. Too many bad memories. Memories she didn't even have. Instead, she had gone out and stolen a pair, pink and red with hearts. She, of course, hadn't chosen them intentionally, they were just the softest she could find.
Kit walked in, slightly worried. He never knew if it was alright to comfort her (or even be in her presence) when she was upset, so he slowly walked backwards, towards the door. Surge didn't react. He wasn't going to chance it. An unintelligable mumble came out of Surge's mouth as soon as the door closed.
"Why did it have to be you?"
The next day, it was as if nothing had happened. Surge had her usual routine, ruffling Kit's hair, getting dressed, eating her breakfast. She waved at a few of the little kids who she knew would squeal and hide away and chuckled to herself, sitting on a bench.
"Hey, Pinkie Pie," she called out, grinning at Amy. Amy giggled back at her.
"Hey, Surge. Still not sure about what you wanna do?"
Surge knew exactly what she wanted to do, but also knew that was not at all what Amy was asking about.
"Eh, I dunno."
"Still haven't made your mind up?"
"Still haven't made my mind up, no."
Amy sighed, sitting next to her with a smile. "You'll find somewhere, someday. Maybe it won't be here, but I know you'll find something."
Surge just looked at her, sighing to herself. After a pause, she wrapped an arm around Amy's shoulders, much to her amusement.
"Affectionate today, are we?" teased Amy through a laugh.
"And so what?" Surge flicked Amy's nose.
"Nothing, nothing at all."
There was a short pause. Amy flicked Surge's nose back.
"Ow! Fuck me, you're strong!"
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to." She rubbed Surge's nose, half-genuine, half-mocking, then chuckled. Surge had to resist the urge to flinch.
The pair continued their conversation, Surge feeling warm inside. It wasn't a pleasant warmth at all; her chest was hurting. She knew it wasn't going to happen. Then, he arrived. She made up an excuse to leave and did so, trying not to gag as Amy laughed at an unfunny quip. Maybe she wouldn't even care if he wasn't involved.
The rest of the day was the same daily slog: scout the HQ for any interesting activities; pick up Kit from a one-sided fight with Tails; get something to eat; go back to the small apartment. Bed was the best part. She knew if she didn't want him there, Kit would leave, but she let him stay.
"She's the enemy," he mumbled. "This is the only thing I can't let you do."
"Can it, Drippy."
She laid back against her mattress and closed her eyes.