Adrien’s eyes widened as she scooted closer, and he visibly relaxed as she touched him, sighing softly. The tension left his shoulders as he met her eyes, smiled back at her. It wasn’t much, just a quirk of his lips, tired but hopeful. It was real.

Marinette had a way of making him believe he could do anything, if he put his mind to it. They wouldn’t fix everything right away, but maybe little by little, day by day, it could get better than it was.

“If you say so,” he answered, “I can believe in it.”