Feeling Marinette's arms around him, soaking in her warmth, Adrien breathed through the lingering panic and started to relax. Her breathing settled into a pattern with his, and together, they slowed down.

His thumb brushed over her arm, soothing them both.

The doubts crept up, and he pushed them back as best he could, concentrating only on the next breath. Marinette was here for him. He, who could barely remember her, but would already do anything for her.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," he whispered against her neck. He didn't mean just now. Reaching out, he wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her closer.