Someday, when Marinette was older, she might be able to force herself to work to cope, even with things like this going on (but she hoped she never, ever saw something like this happen again). She just didn't have the practice doing so to power through this.
It was, once again, Gabriel's direction that got her from point A to point B, and it was Gabriel's direction that got her to actually wash the blood off her hands.
She didn't throw the paper towels away once her hands were dried; she held onto them tightly, wringing them anxiously as the minutes went by and they waited for some - any - kind of news.
The door swung open. Her head snapped up as Gabriel's did, and she listened, not understanding a word of the jargon but understanding well enough once the doctor explained what they had chosen to do.
If you want, you can see him now.
She took a step toward the door, her first independent action since Gabriel had pulled her to her feet back in Hawkmoth's lair, and then she paused. Chat Noir had been her partner but it had been her lapse in judgment, her mistake, that had gotten Adrien shot.
And Gabriel was his father, as complicated as that relationship was. She looked from the door to his face, as if to ask permission to step through.
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Someday, when Marinette was older, she might be able to force herself to work to cope, even with things like this going on (but she hoped she never, ever saw something like this happen again). She just didn't have the practice doing so to power through this.
It was, once again, Gabriel's direction that got her from point A to point B, and it was Gabriel's direction that got her to actually wash the blood off her hands.
She didn't throw the paper towels away once her hands were dried; she held onto them tightly, wringing them anxiously as the minutes went by and they waited for some - any - kind of news.
The door swung open. Her head snapped up as Gabriel's did, and she listened, not understanding a word of the jargon but understanding well enough once the doctor explained what they had chosen to do.
If you want, you can see him now.
She took a step toward the door, her first independent action since Gabriel had pulled her to her feet back in Hawkmoth's lair, and then she paused. Chat Noir had been her partner but it had been her lapse in judgment, her mistake, that had gotten Adrien shot.
And Gabriel was his father, as complicated as that relationship was. She looked from the door to his face, as if to ask permission to step through.