In Adrien's opinion, he already had plenty to like about her. She'd stayed by his bedside for more than a week, had seen him as a total wreck and still had no problem touching him, was sweet and encouraging and had already demonstrated an unwillingness to lie to him...
His father had allowed her to stay. He was giving her work to do, investing himself in her well-being. If that wasn't a ringing endorsement, he didn't know what was.
... and Adrien was a romantic. A hopeless one.
He settled back into his pillows, awfully tired, struggling to stay awake.
"How old are we now?" he asked, so he wouldn't ask how they met, what they liked to do together. He wanted to stumble across it on his own.
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His father had allowed her to stay. He was giving her work to do, investing himself in her well-being. If that wasn't a ringing endorsement, he didn't know what was.
... and Adrien was a romantic. A hopeless one.
He settled back into his pillows, awfully tired, struggling to stay awake.
"How old are we now?" he asked, so he wouldn't ask how they met, what they liked to do together. He wanted to stumble across it on his own.
... and she looked older than what he felt.