Adrien smiled sheepishly. It wasn't that bad, but his hair could use a good wash, and he was a teenage boy. Normally he was absolutely fastidious about it, so the contrast was all the more stark for it.

"Thanks, Chlo," he mumbled, but she'd be able to spot the smile through the sarcasm. As long as she wasn't actually sending him perfume, he'd be fine.

Adrien caught his shaky hand, rubbed over the back of it, lingering on the bruises. His attention seemed to waver for a moment before he looked back up.

"I'm sorry for worrying you. And that you had to find out the way you did."

He hadn't had time to tell her himself, but he would have liked to. But she knew the way his family was.