"It's a little more comfortable than it looks," Marinette mumbled, glancing back at it just briefly before returning her gaze to him. "But that's not really saying much."

—it hit her, a moment later, as she processed the space he'd cleared by shifting over. Oh. Was that really okay? Adrien seemed to think it was - he was reaching for her, even - and without really thinking it over, she took his hands and nodded before moving in to fill the space.

What Adrien wanted, he got. She'd decided that a long time ago. And honestly? She wanted it, too. She'd been uneasy, being a few rooms away; sticking close was probably for the better, and if the chair was uncomfortable, then...