When she felt his fingertips brush against her cheek, she looked up, her eyes wide. She hadn't... expected that, but maybe she should have. Her partner was still her partner, no matter what he did or didn't remember. Slowly, some of the tension went out of her shoulders, and she brought up a hand to rest over his.

When Marinette spoke, her voice was a whisper.

"You don't need to apologize to me."

I should be the one apologizing to you, She thought, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Not yet, not when the explanation wouldn't make any sense to him at all.