Adrien's smile only grew more sheepish, because he could sense more or less what she was thinking. He wouldn't exactly blame her. He didn't suppose he was off the hook just yet, either. Chloé never let anyone off easy, and he was no exception.

"I know," he answered, and beneath the healthy fear was an old, easy warmth, like he was comforted by the thought of her being a predictable part of his life.

"I'll tell you when I can sit up. And they'll know to expect you."

He'd make sure of it. Even his father had to see that he needed things to do, if he was going to get better, and Chloé could only help to keep him busy.

A busy Adrien wouldn't wander off.