Though Adrien couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, he'd always been empathetic, could always tell when something was bothering her. Despite not having the memories, deep down he was still her partner, and he watched out for her.

So while her words were reassuring, the look in her eyes wasn't. Adrien's face fell a little, and he squeezed Marinette's hand. He knew this girl... but he also didn't. He couldn't recall anything about her, nothing factual, and he wasn't trying.

Not yet.

The worrying and the pain was already draining him. He felt impossibly tired. He leaned back against his pillows with a sigh, watching Marinette's troubled expression. Wordlessly, he pulled her hand into both of his.

He had the vague impulse to bring it to his lips, but it was gone before he could follow through.