It wasn't her fault. It was Hawkmoth's fault.

Adrien shook his head, pressed his lips together, holding it back as best he could, squeezing her hands, struggling to contain the rising panic. Trying to take deep breaths only made it worse because it hurt.

Breathe. Breathe.

He couldn't really get a full breath. His heart was racing, and he felt vaguely lightheaded.

Adrien.

His fingers twitched in hers, and slowly, he squeezed back, holding onto her voice, following her back like a lifeline.

"Keep talking?" he asked, shutting his eyes. "Anything. Doesn't matter."