[He doesn't feel groggy. He doesn't--he doesn't feel much of anything, and Neo can practically watch as Sonic makes his optics flicker around, taking everything in as he tries not to actively panic. He's got a few pop-ups coming up and--wait, what even are these??? Sonic attempts to run his hands through his quills, before the scrapping of metal on metal causes him to wince and reconsider. Okay. Okay, this is--]

Your guess is as good as mine, Neo! I--okay, first off, I...okay, it's me, Sonic. I don't know if you want me to prove it somehow, but...okay! Okay. At least it's just. Us, yeah...?

[This is SO fucked up coming from Neo's deep voice. He hates this??? He can feel a stream of information about the situation hitting him all at once, a bunch of analytics that try to either calm him or make things worse and he's not sure what to make of it.

But he can see Neo physically panicking, and he feels his brain actively processing the best route to try and help, and it's--it's a lot, but Sonic does his best to reach out and try to run a hand through his...fleshy quills. Huh. This is...]

We will. We're--we gotta, there's no way this isn't reversible. We just gotta find what's causing it and find some way to put it back to normal. We're gonna be fine. We've...we've gotta be.

[This sounds so weird, he can feel his brain actively processing everything, this is--]

Neo. Take a few deep breaths for me? It's gonna feel weird. But maybe it'll help you feel a little better?