He was smiling, purring - and yet, the words themselves hit just a little too close to home.

Ladybug drew her hand back, her expression stricken, and guilt would be plainly visible in her eyes for a few moments before she looked off to the side. Breaking my heart, he'd said.

He was just joking now, but... how true had it been, before? How many times had she spurned his advances, written them off as him just joking around? She knew now that he hadn't been, because if it had just been a joke, he... wouldn't have remembered her as much as he did.

She hoped he never remembered any real heartbreak.

God, she was the worst.