Adrien watched her, watched her eyes, her hands, and felt a flutter in his chest.

Was this how she normally spoke with him? What had happened in that fight? What had she seen to so thoroughly change her mind about her feelings?

"Maybe you should let me help you more," he suggested, and immediately wondered if he was overstepping, realized he didn't feel like he was.

Adrien smiled a little, hopefully.

"So you don't have to carry everything alone."

Another breath. Something else was on the tip of his tongue, something softer, warmer, but he didn't know the words to express it quite yet. He'd just have to feel it, let it flow when it came.

Adrien had so easily called Marinette Princess, but hadn't yet found any of his names for Ladybug.