She'd already dropped a few bombs on him today, and she wasn't sure she could bring herself to drop another.

This was not the time or place to tell him that he was Chat Noir.

Ladybug bit her lip, looking away from his gaze as he tilted his head to the side and waited. He deserved an answer, and she knew it, but... how could she give it to him? There were a few long moments where her struggle to make a decision was obvious, before finally, her shoulders slumped.

"...it's just... really complicated. And it'll make more sense once you start to remember things, but..." Now maybe wasn't the best time.