The room swam a little as he sat up, but Adrien didn't puke or pass out. He felt lightheaded, but he took this as a good sign.

"Still here," he said breathily, going for a lightheartedness that Marinette probably wouldn't feel. He flashed a half-smile, then inched his legs over to the side. Thank goodness he was wearing pajama pants. This could have been so much worse than it was.

When he was facing her, Adrien put both of his hands on Marinette's shoulders and looked up at her, offering a triumphant smile.

"So far so good."