Adrien came back gradually, blinking himself back awake from the pull of vertigo. His heart had raced, and it left his hands cold and trembling, his breathing shivery. Marinette's hands and voice were grounding, and he came to with a slight frown of confusion, like he couldn't figure out how he'd gotten there.

"... that went much better when I imagined it," he groaned, and shut his eyes.

He was trying to laugh it off, but the dismay settled visibly into the corners of his mouth.