Emotional Support [Complete]

S1 E9: Touch Therapy

The two teens, after arriving at the Agreste mansion, avoided meeting Gabriel, and headed up to Adrien's bedroom. Marinette convinced him to change clothes in case he should fall asleep again and she waited for him until he exited his bathroom.

"So what do you want to do, Mr. Agreste?" Marinette asked, throwing herself on Adrien's bed, placing her arms behind her head on the pillow. "We've got two hours."

"Actually..." Adrien joined her on the bed, sitting cross-legged. "I just wanted to get to know each other better. We've gotten very close over the last two years, especially in the last two days, but I feel like there's still so much we don't know about each other."

Marinette sat up, eyebrows knitted. "What are you talking about? I know you like the back of my hand."

Adrien raised his eyebrows. "No, you don't."

Marinette smirked. "Try me."

"Okay." Adrien thought for a moment. "What's my favorite color?"

"Too easy," Marinette replied. "Green."

"Um, my birthday?"

"September 24, 2003." Marinette waved her hand in boredom. "Give me something hard, will you?"

Adrien seemed surprised. "Uh... What's my favorite sport?"

"Basketball," Marinette said. "You did a photo shoot for it when you were twelve. But you stopped playing on a team when you were thirteen to spend more time fencing."

Adrien blinked. "Oh."

Marinette felt like she was on a roll, so she continued. "You also like ice skating, but don't do it often. You play the piano, but it's not your passion. Neither is modeling, but you like to make your father happy. You play with your ring when you're nervous. You're allergic to feathers, your favorite flavor is passion fruit, you're a die hard Ladybug fan, and your true love might just be a croissant!"

Everything she said was true. Marinette really did know him like the back of her hand. She'd picked up on all these little things over the years, meanwhile, he realized he knows next to nothing about her. What a horrible friend he's been.

Adrien looked down. "Wow, Marinette. You... really do know me well. And, I guess, I don't know you at all..."

Marinette frowned. She didn't intend to make him feel bad. She lifted his chin so he'd look at her. "My favorite color is pink. My birthday is July 28, 2003." She brought herself closer to him and squeezed his shoulders. "I don't play any sports, but I do like to dance, even though I have two left feet. I sing a little too, but I'm not the best. I mostly just sing while baking which I do love to do, but it's not my passion."

"Fashion is your passion! I know that!" Adrien said, grinning proudly. "You aspire to be a fashion designer. And I'm your favorite model!"

"That's right," She giggled, rubbing his head. "And yes, you are."

Adrien celebrated a fist to the air and a whispered, "Yes!"

"I don't really have any allergies. I'm more of a Cat Noir fan. I love macaroons, especially raspberry ones. And my true love..." Marinette sighed, avoiding eye contact with the attentively listening Adrien. "...Doesn't love me in the slightest."