Adrien's eyes and face softened, warmed. He didn't exactly remember, but his father was far from all bad. Apparently, Marinette understood that, at least a little. He'd taken an interest in her (Adrien ignored the twinge of jealousy) so it made sense.

"Is that how we met, then?"

She'd mentioned they'd gone to school together, and it made sense... but it seemed so simple.